Flowers spreading all the way
Towards the sunset of my mind
My soul would feel freedom
Seek out new memories
Whereas thoughts fade soon to grey.
A pretty sight within delay.
A knife I'm pointing right at me
Am I confused or blind to see?
But is it rather me than general finity
As it comes to the credits for ending me?
I might never know.
Just might whoever knows never tell me.
A stifling silence creeping up close
Tied around my neck before I know it
The paradise turned blank
I'm hanged above
But wondering if it was supposed
To end like this.
Maybe the darkness I withhold
Or even the path not to choose I was told
But I went there anyway
Left behind everyone I loved
To seek out greatness in the world
To travel far, return in gold.
And yet I'm here, I didn't leave.
My wounds are deep inside the creek
It never reached the ocean
In fantasy through poetry
Imagination carries me
Wherever I might want to roam.
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That Deep Shit I Can't Live With(out)
Poetry//06.09.2018// EDIT// The new stuff I posted here is deep and thoughtful philosophical stuff and I believe it to be actually good. So please enjoy and please remember: I don't mind comments, especially not the meaningful and constructive ones.
