Moss C. Poetry

My Salt in the Earth

I cry in my temple of tears
My eyes are dry but still I try
To shed my pain through orbs that don't see

I lay in my den of sorrow
Refusing to allow my soul an exit
She is restless and howling

I wish upon stars that hide from me
To break my chains so I may be free
I know there's a door
Somewhere in this sea
All I have to do is make it

To the end of my stay
All this many a day
A worth costing my mind
A worth that may not exist

Is it worth it?
To vanquish my alters
And surrender my individuality
Both putting me and taking from me
where I want to be

I slay my dragons
But it is I who bleeds
I survive my battles
And yet the war in my head is still enraged
She's angry
But she is sad
Is she happy
But why isn't she glad

My dance is terrible
Others see
My prance is laughable
They all fight their pee

Make me normal
Good stars above the earth
For I don't want what I am not worth