Broken, buried but breathing,
I grit my teeth, teething
On the pain of loss and betrayal,
Gained by a Freakshow taking sail.
And I'm just a man overboard,
Hoping for a lord,
To help me walk on waters -
Instead I sink into the dark quarters.
A penny wouldn't be enough for my thoughts.
I throw my two cents into a wishing well, hoping for a panacae of sorts.
My selfworth is put up in a dollar store, forever put down and ignored, that of which, I'm sure.
Uncertainty blurs my mind and the eyes image. I keep falling short and stumbling in the dark is all I can manage. But walking to the light of life is all I can do; a certain enchantment layered over me, by you;
Love.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Book I: Vox Nihili
PoetryAn open book of poetry and raps to share with the world. Letters and words are curled and woven onto the page to share in our modern age. May it relenquish you and free your soul from its cage - inspire your inner desire to set your own fires that b...
