The voice creeps in through the creaks
laughing at every step,
pushing me over the ledge
risking the space between.
Breeze wash through spirit
tears bleed like a river,
hoping is fading fast
rethinking the moments truth
Pushing away the true power
for a nightmare of terror,
never thinking it passed
overcoming for the future
Messing in the mind
taking over in sorrow,
raising up again
for the same battle ends
YOU ARE READING
Sounds Peeking Through
RandomPoems for this evening will turn down every road and deep into cracks of darkness of each battle that passes by, and how they end with knowing the knowledge and feelings.
