[My Sins (PsychoDrama And Terrors)~ Retribution]
I'm on a hunt for my lost faith,
Together with my happiness,
I've come to lust after this sadness,
This mirage of a mediocre life,
Filled with myriads of regrets,
I'm conscious about being broken
Sometimes my moon is full,
Sometimes it's just silver,
Mostly they are dangling, just like my faith.My faith has no meadow,
I keep falling and doubting,
Deep within I know I'm lost,
But up and above it's a great show,
I have no plea and my wounds bleed,
Hiding from my fears,
Hiding from the truth,
Praying for a redemption,
One that seems to be a cozenage.I'm not a saint with faith,
I'm a sinner with great pride,
Torn inside like the great divide,
With colorful silhouettes,
They crush up on my shore of tears,
Far beyond my dark seas of sin,
Hoping to sail into the shade of Avalon,
Hoping to have the peace I want,
A luxury I can't afford.My mind is drowned and my heart is heavy,
My lips knows no words and my eyes are wounded,
My soul jumps between my mind's paintings,
My heart weighs like the watercolor strokes,
My eyes bleeds unto my soft stone,
My heart and mind are a beautiful chaos,
One that is set ablaze by my inequities,
I wish to see the sunset even on my darkest days,
When I find my faith and become a saint.Kg_asare🎈

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The Man Above The Boy Within
PoesiaA Story in 5 parts, A collection of poems from a fragmented personality.🤺