28 Jul

Thoughts

Pen.
Blank page.
Rage.

Soul ,
Pain,
No ointment.

Heart,
aches and
Disappointments.

Plans,
Tears,
smudges.

Wounds,
Life-
Grudges.

Memories,
Smiles
Hopes.

Hands,
Ten feet
ropes.

Craze
All thats said.
all that is , was and..
Dead.

Reasoning
Rational
path.

One is counting.
I aint so good with math.

Times,
Times,
and
Times again.

Shhh...
counting 1 to 10.
sigh.
High.
Cry.
Bye.

Wings,
Words
Wise

Places,
I need to be,
I need to see

Greatness x 33
and so on I go.

What is before me
a blank page
I am in such rage.

Tears blurring my sight
I ..am bleeding
this fight.
No one is right.

My chest,
so tight.
I cant breathe.

I feel faint,
Im going to fall.
And there.
in its darkness
its temptations
its scent I sense
No!

Never been as weak
as I am
This fraction of a second.

Almighty
you see.
What tomorrow (if) brings.

Only you can
make one fly
with or without its wings.

Blabk page.
Still.
I am
still.

The room is
circling around me
pulling me in.

I hear my heart
beat,
within.

Im dying sober

Ela