A Mess of Words

September 18, 2019


Truth lies hidden, buried with the dead
The essence of our living, written but not read
When you stop to listen do you hear the anger and the pain?
And when you close your eyes do you see the devil reign?


The oceans lap up, reaching for the moon
Reflecting each other, creating a cocoon
An oval mess of colors and souls' burdens as they cry
Trapped in between the waters and the sky
In every corner, shadows slink about and creep
Sinking in cold darkness, we pass by and they reach
Living in loneliness, afraid of the fear to fly
Looking to follow us, afraid to accept they've died
Confusion in my words, content-ness in the mess
Annoyance from the ignorance that causes me to stress


No one can understand until the truth is revealed 
Until shadows run free, and intimacy is concealed
My mind wants ease, so I close my eyes to rest
But the visions in my head are on a nightmare's set
Will the darkness become light? Will the light fade to grey?
If I walk away to find myself...what part of me will stay?

 

 

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