I know it's hard to breathe sometimes.
It's hard to find the silence.
With shadows always lurking.
I always catch them smiling.
Never knowing guidance,
No peace pipe, tried it tribal.
Fucked an angel just to take her
Wings and fly.
Snorting all my problems,
And falling into darkness.
Shutting out the violence,
I close my eyes, and their screams...
Become a riot.
Locked behind these eye lids.
Shackled to my conscience.
I'll always call this home,
On this pitch dark island...
YOU ARE READING
Poems: Gade 12- Present Day
PoetryFrom another guy in the world, to you. Words that aren't spoken, but remain true. I hope you find comfort in my poetry too. A rusted connection to my reality, because honestly. I've lost it.
