My eyes are broken now, I’ve seen the pain of others and that’s haunting, like the cold halls of a burned building. I can’t see where I’m going, but I can’t forget what I’ve seen
My eyes are shattered now, I’ve experienced the kinds of pain I’ve only heard rumours about. The end of a deadened journey, my entire life was taken away from me, the last droplet of innocence I bared as my sanity, dried up. Maybe I’ll recover from the bloodshed you caused in your castle of luxury
My eyes are crippled now, I’ve witnessed my own dealings. I’m severely terrified of my own instability. Maybe I was dealt out a bad set of cards, or maybe I dealt them alone. painfully watching as each sorry face cries thick tears of blood. I fear myself
finally my eyes are afraid now, I sit alone contemplating fairytales. However, and I’m speaking to you now, they don’t seem to be bound by old book covers anymore. You’ve opened my dreams through magic and the fairytales I’m wondering around in are becoming more and more vivid... real.
You’ve opened my mind to what was once impossible possibilities
Take my hand, hold me close, show me you love me and let’s go!
YOU ARE READING
To You From Me
PoetryI write what I feel in the moment I feel it And write the words as I see them It's just A book of poems Maybe its worth a read to you, But also maybe its not. "The fixation of beauty is always looking through a telescope and always failing to see th...
