Lay my head down.
I'll close my eyes hoping the best,
I want my head to travel far west.
Away from worries and fears.
Fear of losing that I know,
Fear of only moving too slow.
I want out.
Out of the sense I can drown,
Free to never hear the word letdown.
Racing across the sulked atmosphere.
Thick enough to hide misconceptions
Of wild illustrations.
Running fast on the crumbling ground.
Masses of soil and marble breaking,
Whole scape it's shaking.
Try to stay down and in my haze.
Deep and complex enough to fool me
On where I truly need to be.
YOU ARE READING
The Welting Chess Board
Poetryjust a collection of quick thoughts with some long term emotions |(letter)| = certain people it's made out to btw read a bit and enjoy
