How mine long to exchange,
all these bad days...
manifesting about knotting brain;
creeping &
creaking...
down uneven hall
& up our kaleidoscopic walls;
attached upon skin,
like breathing within,
it's built-in;
a damn shame...
how I hide,
effortlessly inside;
avoiding a simple truth,
exhausted...
caustic for these symptoms to finally pass through,
praying I can hold myself together,
a better soul for you;
an unshattered & unbattered version of treasure;
Is there disappointment grasping at heart,
when another layer repeats & spills from me?
Heedless upon self, as gasping starts,
where courage should only be;
yet,
dissecting past in mirrored sight,
from day to night,
I am one tricky guy...
it's a guessing games wet delight;
a crafty monster concealed under beautiful disguise;
shock won't play the leading role,
when raging monster takes ahold,
shaking apart fragile mold,
please, don't ever decide to go
-
for it's your palms that force parts to remain whole.
YOU ARE READING
Between an Antidote & a Dreary Phase
PuisiMy second Edition of a variety of Poetry feelings. For all the support and encouragements you all share with me - I do humbly appreciate all that you say and do. The feeling I get when another writer comments, or votes is imperial to how I interr...
