Poems from malonebrooks4
Days age past expiration,
Every day longer than last,
Minutes seem like seconds,
But you make it valuable.
Time is ephemeral,
And days...
In the spectrum of life
There is no end or beginning
No good nor bad
No fear or strength to measure
No lives taken or posessions lost...
Torn between two worlds
My head and reality.
In one I keep myself hidden
In another I can't escape.
My own imagination
My own worst enemy...
Passing by those who create your past
Wishing they had never walked
Through your heart, leaving stains
Broken shards pain your very...
I watch you drown
In your self-absorbed pity
Wallowing in your poor judgment,
What have you become?
The hallowed remains
Of what you had...