It's the drum of your heart beating fast and loud,
soul slowly dissipating, like the contents of a cloud,
staring at the ceiling, at the sterile floor,
the fate lies in front of you, a securely closed door,
dreams, you wish, you stalwartly strive to know,
to peak through that door, through the sea you row,
the sea of your miseries and lethal mistakes,
a hand reaches out, and your concern it takes,
you reach back out, you wish to be done,
the lively hand vanishes , the light no longer shone,
yet again on the insipid floor, of an extremely bland house,
sadness surrounds you, and the demise of joy you rouse.
YOU ARE READING
Reminisce
Poetry~ Words leak through minds, like too much ink does to paper. They spread silently like diseases and blossom like the non-existent amaranthine in spring. ~ (COVER NOT MINE) (All rights reserved) (A collection of rhyming poems. Part 2 out now) (Hig...
