Trapped in the emptiness
Run thousands of reckless thoughts
Brilliant ideas
And memories I've fought
Lost in the disarray
And organized chaos
I sift through broken ideals
But what is the cost?
My sanity, perhaps?
Or maybe something worse
The basic humanity
That is both a blessing and a curse
Fighting for answers
I may never receive
I lose myself
In the insecurities
What can this endless thinking ever achieve?
It's as if there are locks in the abyss
But they have no keys
Or perhaps the keys were never meant for me?
If that is the case, then what is the point?
It renders the contract null and void
Or maybe it's the locks that don't exist at all
And it's merely a siren's tempting call
To waste my life for what doesn't exist
Maybe there are no answers in this abyss
YOU ARE READING
From my heart to yours
PoetryThis is a book of poetry and lyrics written from the depths of my heart and I want to share these poems with you.
