Eyes around to see but none for what bothers me
Existing in days and time lost to me
Lost in a memory's wake, an enchanting kiss placed on me
Disturbing my compass for all eternity
The guiding insight of one old
I no longer treasure, see, learn, or behold
Days of tumultuous turmoil begin
I am bottles and encroached by own weakness & sin
From a pedastal up high, only to fall from it's bestowed grace
Now no longer high on pride and barely able to show face
The time and days lost to me
Though they have scratched and pummeled me
They have not
Will not
Stop me from all I can be
YOU ARE READING
By The Light
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry that I wrote myself. I hope all who read can enjoy the few bits of words I attempt to clamber together.
