Put the scars away
Look in through my window
I notice not a thing but I'm alone
A ghost in his reverie.
Could things journey forth?
Hear the sounds of desperate thought
The rope surrounds my hope
Tighten as the light begins to brighten
Suddenly the afterlife grows close
I shall journey forth
It hurts does it not?
The straining of your voice
Your neck pops
You slip
Gone...
A ghost in his reverie
As the journey eases
Put those scars away
Look through the window
Everything is gone
The candle smoke leaves through the window
The curtains shiver from the cold breeze
Hardwood floors build condensation
The coldest nights leave him in thought
Stare at the roof as he drifts away.
-Zie
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The Group Project
ŞiirA project of random poems by Salem (me), Axel, Bishop and Jack. Maybe some guest appearances every so often.
