I held my breath,
prayed to death.
That my world would end right here
Holding onto there sins,
Left me begging to be let in.
Rolling in my fears left me in tears;
While my wounds screamed my thoughts onto deaf coated ears.
A pinch to the cheeks;
A shook through my bones,
A hollowed out shell of a man too far gone.
Water on his face,
Gave chase
To breath he could not taste.
Too much was the pain.
He had nothing to gain.
So he let the numbness sink his faith
Knowing tomorrow would be another day.
But this was not hope, that's to far from the truth.
His days were over when he stopped believing in you.
No amount of truth that left his lips
saved him from their brutal finger tips.
He lost his love, he lost his fear;
At the hands of something real.
You were not there, you did not hear
You left me to suffer, you left me to feel.
Their hatred was vast, their kindness could kill.
A viper with a silver tung was common down here.
If you were hear you would say
you had what was coming anyway.
I did it for you, all in your name.
But your disappointment is in vain.
I no longer see any light of day
Thanks to these walls I've realized my mistakes.
Holding hands with torture is just my day to day.
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Empty Words or Untold Truth?
PoesiaHolding hands with the illusions of the day to day and bringing them down a path to face the truth; this is what makes up this collection of poems that dance along the lines of going to far into the dark and pecking at things that are normally left...
