Between the beast and the deep blue sea,
That's Where i seem to be.
There You are all I see,
A sight that shouldn't appeal to me..
One that shapes me like it should not.
Dead and alive it is..
Mostly alive feeding on my peace
Leaving me to wonder what's not and what is
Where to go or if at all I should make a move
Following me like a shadow in day light
And leaving me to my mental battles in the night.
Curse behind my blessing..
death behind my shedding
End causing my fading.
Yes, you're my end.
Once a joy with my name on it
Not anymore
YOU ARE READING
The Voice of My Silence
PoetryThe words that he spat germinated and grew into the tree that overshadowed him What goes around.. From the author: vote and comment if you like what you see
