False vision of a good decision
Thought through with precision
But still I didn't listen.
Memories I can't remember turn to ember Burning the timber until December.
My heart beats without rhyme
Losing sense of time
Waiting for the clock to chime.
Questions running through my head
Voices and what they said
Places I dare not tread.
Waking up to a dream, inside I scream
Nothing is as real as it may seem
Coming apart at the seam.
Ripping open & pouring out
Always hoping with soaring doubt
But I'm coping with my drought.
Meaningless words are spoken
Leaving me broken; alone, cold, & soaking.
A new day comes with tomorrow's first light
So alright, it's just one more night
Then the sun will make it bright
& eyes will regain their sight.
......................................
I'm still waiting
Quietly debating
On life I'm concentrating
& my balloon continues Deflating.
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Author:
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Comments2
That is truly deflating defined in poetic style. Nicely done.
Thank you
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