Be gentle.
A work of mine that has been reworked over time into this finished writing.
I lose myself in the lies that lie behind.
I search my heart, but the soul I can not find.
Whispers in the night, screams riding the wind
I reach into the falling mist searching for the end.
My breath comes quick and in haste
As I stand at the precipice with no time to waste.
I gaze out over this tragically beautiful sight
Only to realize just how much I love the night.
I reside in this place where the feelings are real.
I inhabit this place where I venture to heal.
Inside myself is where I walk, haunted and torn
Deep in the abyss I float, scarred and worn.
I have often traversed in more than one reality.
Surprising how many pass through, yet never see.
They walk to and fro in a falsified dream.
They close their eyes so things aren't what they seem.
It is darker here where I choose to wander.
The answers are clearer here where I choose to ponder.
I look inside myself to find it gray and dreary.
I roam the grounds there until I am weak and weary.
There is no end to the shrouded night.
There is no crack in reality to filter the light.
Here I am good and evil, an angel for hire.
My wings are rough and ragged with one in the fire.
I pass through life like a ghost on the breeze.
I store the memories in a place no one ever sees.
When all is said and done, will they ever see
That even in the looming darkness, I am still just me?
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