As cold as the water is, its as warm as it's going to get
But my head will keep on spining if I step out of it
The river flows, right above me
My skin, bumpy from the cold, shakes with every breath
My knees, slightly bent, ready for the run ahead
My mind, endlessly black, beats out of time
My heart ? Oh, that was lost by a younger version of mine
My hands clutch a book, waterlogger and used
My thigh shows the fight that I'm too afraid to loose
But the water has trapped me, so clear and pure
Why cant I be like it and clean others of their burns?
But I am tainted, killing what I touch
I hope this prolonged shower will wash away that much
YOU ARE READING
Just A Troubled Mind Looking For Peace
PoetryA collection of lyrically inclined phrases that have popped into my head over the years. ~B.A.L.K Much love. Hard love.