I no longer know nor recognise the difference
Between inside and outside,
Yet I feel the entire world.
The people, the weather, the movement,
Gravity,
Everything shouting silence all at once,
The heat, the cold, the light, the darkness.
Happiness.
Sadness.
Yet my body feels like static snow on a blank TV screen,
Like I'm being held down by tight pressure.
I am wishing on a blank star,
For everything to fade.
It must be a dream.
Yet no one came.
It doesn't matter, if I tried to appease you.
That caring fleeted away years ago.
It wouldn't matter, if I try to appease you,
Your caring has fled elsewhere.
Yet if I were to not awake tomorrow,
You'd scream for the loss of someone I never was.
I am not the sun,
nor am I the moon,
But still I was never yours.
Oh bright corrupt star,
There is nothing he or I do that will appease you.
We are just a waste of your time.
Before he is twisted, I will tell him to hold on, I will try to be there soon,
I just might be, my brother's keeper.
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2. Looking For What Tomorrow May Bring
PoetryThis is the second book in potentially what will amount to a series of books over my life. Unfolding the next chapter of life, as things move on forward towards a gateway that brings greater things, things greater than I. I have to stop and wonder...
