Fear feeds the fever
Brewing and boiling
Huddle , hidden and ready for the harvest
Kicked to the knee and kneeling down
Begging for bandages
A chance to change to another channel
And I keep digging
down deep inside my skin
And I keep digging
down deep inside my skin
And I keep digging
down deep inside my skin
And I keep digging
Yet I haven't found what I am looking for
Abandoned angels left to ash
wailing in the wind
Sink in the sea of insidious sadness
Tedious and tasking to find the time
Lacking the self love
Partnered with pain yet without peace
And I keep digging
down deep inside my skin
And I keep digging
down deep inside my skin
And I keep digging
down deep inside my skin
And I keep digging
Yet I haven't found what I am looking for
YOU ARE READING
The Atrium
PoetryAs the river of life flows right through, collecting at the delta towards the Atrium of my soul
