Peering out
Through the cracks in my haven of steel.
Tin foiled windows catch the winters sun
Shimmering like sain micheals holy armor.
Smothering the wiched world fro my sight
Choking out the canserous light.
Go outside, they said.
Who said?
Was it the rats inside the walls?
Or the voces in my head?
Step out side the doors of sanctuary,
Hinged between safety and destruction
Deathly pallor, piss filled sores of scarlet,
Spread like constalations against rotting flesh.
All brutally exposed now,
Naked against the pitiless sun,
Scathed by the blood thirsty stares of passer-bys’.
Strolling,
Feet against the frozen pavement
Form a rhythm, chant chant
Whisper up the words:
Go home
Go home
Go home
Go home
Obsidian trees
Silhouetted skeletons
Against the hellscape,
Winter barren claws
Ready to seize my throat
Into town now.
Whispers falling from the lips of everyone
Pervade the filthy air.
Whispers about me.
change is very difficult to deal with
impossible obstacles stand in my way
so far able to climb over and conqure
someday the challenge will be to great
i fear that its coming soon
iv broken
i dont know if ill mend again
those i held dearest
are lost to me again
pain surrounds and engulfs
not a glimmer of hope left
not sure where to go next
feel like a total waste
fienin for a place to belong
not sure how to continue the fight for life
just doesnt seem worth the effort
i have made a lot of mistakes in my day, and paid the price over and over again in one way or another.
i look back and think that it all happened for the best, but few i still wonder about, why were we put here to learn these lessons is a universal unanswered question of many, not to sure how to go about life. stumbling around in circles wondering if this is the right thing. wish for divine consolidation with no relief.
wish there was something to take the pain away just once want to see the sun rise and be happy for another day instead of thinking of the past that haunts, the pain that lurks benieth every smile. tears straining for a release at all times, sorrow for what i thought i had which was ever present in dreams. the heart felt i love yous instead of the cold stares backed with hatred. a longing to belong and a lil sliver of hope the someday the sun shall shine in baby blue eyes once again.
a rough version at best
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