All torment, trouble, and wonder and amazement
Inhabits here:
The back of the mind where we keep our innermost fears
It fears no direction nor hints of beginning and end
The paths traveled cross all senesations, though some are hard to come by
Only serenity can keep a snae person as Maryjane, and only the devil keeps a person insane, like cocaine
I sing to you everynight, coffee clouds and red eyes -
I fill you in with my pen
And yet, here I lie, the torment troubling my innermost thoughts, the wonder, amazing me before you leave in the morning
And upon me you leave your scars, you mark me to alienate the marks on you but this pain is not halved, but amplified
Regardless, as loud as it may be, no volume can fill your cold heart.
Yet, I'm drawn reluctantly to you, like the addict to the drug
Resistance can be obtained if only I graze not into your gravitational face and your star shining eyes
But through the deepest and darkest part of your soul, for it is through the dark that one can truly seek the light
Yet the light can be dimmed by the thought of a shadow, or what lurks in the shadows, and then your fears reborn of the unknown
The unknown drug drowning us, sending us deeper into this, a rabbit hole of a conscience.
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A COMPENDIUM OF POETRY AND SHORT STORIES
PoetryIt's a collection of poems, short stories, and it's a work in progress. all of which are written by me, A.D.Heyl
