Wish away the salty tears that trickle like acid down the rolling hills of your cheeks,
Wish not for mindless touches to quench the roots of your sorrows,
For the relentless torrents that the wind whips, make it hard to seek,
Seek what? But what more than to wipe away the images of yesterday and dive into tomorrow?
The ambiguity of destruction is ever so present in your path, so heed not to my words, nor my tales
Yet discover the path of corruption is a spell only to be bound by you,
Every inhale you draw is another fruitless curse, and every sin that swells upon your exhale,
Don't fret my dear, hide your fears; let the tidal waves of assurance be your subdue, to the roaring voices;
Those voices that torture the wandering souls; alight many but one so dear, they chose you to drown,
Into what; but an endless depth of frigid waters
Their maniacal laughs echo; they're sirens feasting upon your worst nightmare, so build those endless bridges;
Break through their bitter bonds, and carry yourself with anew; something so pure and pronoun;
Because yes, you are stained and ripped by the torturous ways of man, and the blood thirst that drives a many,
But you're still running, walking, crawling, and breathing.
You're still you.
YOU ARE READING
A Look Inside My Head
PoetryJust a collection of intimate poems that I've written over the years, and still continue to write. Poetry has, (and probably always) will be my outlet. Even when I'm not sure why, I feel a certain way, overtime I write, everything makes sense, if on...
