Noah

Meddlesome

As the sky swallows me
I reach for an apex that will never be touched
Clinging to the ground
Made of dead dreams
That fall from decaying trees
I push forth unto a false oblivion
Kneeling only to the signposts
That define my life
With a decorated heart and a meddlesome mind
I fall into the grave
While my soul continues to climb

Comments2

  • LAWLIET

    This is awesome

    • Noah

      Thank you

    • Maxine Smith

      Brilliant.

      • Noah

        Much appreciated



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