I've been tracing my soul in my mind.
Can't sleep, lying a step away from bliss.
I still don't know, I can't find,
A way to stop from feeling like this.
I've been stuck in a place less than a dream,
With blurry pools and empty cracks.
There's no way out, so it seems
That my mind is just an empty rack.
I've been seeing the honest truth.
There is no one to lend me some comfort,
Nobody to soothe my fading youth.
Only numbing things that disconcert.
There's only gray dust left,
Swirling around in the dry air.
Taking the color away, silent theft,
So I can only sit here and stare.
Stare.
Stare.
Stare.
Stare.
Stare.
Until finally, even the air disappears.
And the dust is gone, along with the truth.
YOU ARE READING
A Touch of Wonder
PoetryA book of poetry filled with thoughts, experiences, and emotions. "As I walk down the slippery street, My face streaming with tears, The sadness can barely be sustained. But you suddenly kiss away my fears, My dear umbrella in the rain."
