doubts
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Cancer of the mind
Cancer
Growing agony of mind and soul.
Thoughts that tormented.
Uncertain is the ground I walk.
Thin as a sheet of glass,
Or hard as a solid rock,
But neither my eyes can pass.
Wreckless is the game I play.
Stamping and stomping,
A bird with a broken wing
Its memory of greatness;
A stretched canvas of warm embrace
Air cut by swift blades of persistence
Unobtainable freedom by many,
While the few idolize their grasp of identity:
Dear Future,
My kidnapper, you sicken me!
Hiding me in a room called my conscious.
All I see is darkness.
All I’ve ever seen is darkness.
Dear, Jep
Can I be your shoes,
And walk between your shadows and above the grass?
Can I be your backpack,
And carry me off the train and up the hills?
Perhaps I will never open this book again
But if I ever do
I'll be honest
I'll be truthful
As I flip through the pages again
I'll regret the choices I made
I'll regret the words I erased
furious as I am, I searched for hope within my ravaging soul
believing that inside me, a speck still believes in life
thinking that beneath all these pain, my logic survives,
My heart feels a pang at your arrival.
It is not so much about those poetic lines
Revealing unresolved emotions for her,
But how you make this situation so trivial
while I pass sleepless nights
She was ! a killer of her own mind
I wanaa be a princess!
No a werewolf !
A dog....
I want to dance till the
sun falls to figure it out . Yes all !
I want him...
To love me like I
You call at me like destiny
And fly out of my grasp with the wind
You tempt me with your grandeur
Only to take it all away with your greed
You invite me in
When your heart threatens to fall out your ass.
When your brain won't cease spitting out rapid-fire bullets labeled
What if
If Only
What about
Maybe
Maybe Not
