Out of the north and into the south as the words leave my mouth.
Walk off the land and into the sea as your words sting worse than bees.
Into the light and out of the dark your mind has left a scarring mark.
Off of the roof and flat on the floor you should have done less, not more.
Through the heart and towards the soul is the direction of your goals.
Over my love and into my mind you'll see that I have lost track of time.
It was not your love that made me insane, it was the game that dragged me away. It made me play.
Will you play with me?
Will you stay with me?
Will you pray with me?
Because it was out of the north and into the south as the words left my mouth.
Amen.
YOU ARE READING
Words.
PoetryThis is a book I write in to relieve my mind of the horror it creates for itself. Poems or not, they're words. Definitions or examples, they're words. My words. Read it or not, they're my words.
