Walking on water
Looking for words
The blue waves crash
My language is slurred.
Tripping in thought
And feet as well
Falling into the dark
My own personal hell.
Searching for control
Of my mind and space
Riptides drag me to
A very cold embrace.
The water can't baptize
Or clear me of sin
Once again failing
My harmony within.
My old soul can't
Socially conform
The drugs kick in
And so do the storms.
I can't resist the dark
Swallowing me deep
To myself these
Promises I can't keep.
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Author:
jennas (
Offline) - Published: January 21st, 2017 14:53
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Beautifully poignant!
There are many forces we have to deal with. Nicely done.
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