Never again will I have my back against the wall.
While standing there doing nothing at all.
No more I succumb to this voice in my head.
When I notice my heart shouting instead.
Not once have I felt as if I couldn't be something.
Rising up to the challenge, but ended up with nothing.
Rarely will I come with a handful.
Although unreliable, those are truly beautiful.
Seldom days I feel as if the wind is caressing my neck.
Feeling my surrounding while I walk this impossible trek.
Grim pictures of was once a sad reality.
Turned magnificent by a truly surreal deity.
But now locked for once and forever.
Keeping my secrets hidden, my last treasure.
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Comments2
deep. love it.
very satisfying rhyming. well done.
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