I watch the people walk along
Alone
Alone
Kindred, more with the dark that follows
Hiding
Gone
From a vibrant world that feels so wrong
Private
Lonesome
Long to consume, which I can’t swallow.
To the shadow, back I slither
Reaching for that which burns my skin
Here inside the dark I wither
With my own folly once again.
Where oblivion calls me back to rest
In somber sleep, my dreams protest.
In shackles of my own design,
I lose the key and stay confined.
Somewhere far beyond this cage
The darkness holding me shall fade
Distant dreams
Finally free
Someday soon?
No longer blue.
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Author:
Alex Arnot (
Offline) - Published: April 7th, 2019 15:13
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Such brilliant flow from start to end, even if was dark the was light at the end.
In shackles of my own design,
I lose the key and stay confined.
That's a keeper
Much peace and respect!
Thank you! I really wanted to make this one good after my last couple were a bit lack-luster.
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