Restless Soul

A Boy With Roses

Still alive, existing in time

In ordinance, like sheets of rain

In my death attire

I'm confounded, I need closure

 

In the face of fear I wanted to escape

Scared, I wanted to break free

Scared of the multiple possibilities

I descanted, it's an accident

Bad news, but not so much a threat

Every minute was dynamic

 

My mother told me about the undertow                                                                                 

How I'm in control, not in control                                                                                     

Going with the flow                                                                                                                     

I don't have the time                                                                                                               

I've left everything behind                                                                                                   

Left behind the misgivings                                                                                                         

I'm making the most of the moment                                                                                       

Red with every faux pas                                                                                                       

Red with every marathon                                                                                                         

I'm making the most of the moment                                                                             

Making the most of the moment. 

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 4th, 2020 05:53
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  • myself and me

    Alive, mere as existence. This feeling is such a torment, could tear you apart at any moment. Well penned.



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