Pondering Paralyzed
Nails in my mouth
I’m biting so hard
The rot refuses to subside
The drift that flakes off of your skin
Is the same that clouds my mind
Paralyzed in grief
Pain I can only seem to stare
You look into me
Inside my soul
I cannot hide
I cannot bear
A stench wells up inside my nose
A rotting flesh decays
It is not you
Its inside me
My soul it wastes away
Stuck in my fear, ashamed I grieve
I feel I cannot move
What’s worse is that it’s all imagined
I only have to choose
A tear rolls down beside my cheek
I think I might pursue
Its so unclear
What holds me back?
The past?
The fear?
Am I used?
Am I done?
by
Michael
Whisper Behind the Light
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