A trail of salt tries to wash the guilt away
Yet as it drips down and goes back to its shore
Leaving a hint of its taste behind
I am stranded away from the waters I've known
To storms,
I caused by senseless thoughts
Time has come where I would stop...
The time came to the moment I learn to stop
To stop the chase stop the wishes
Stop the thoughts from letting me talk
A time came for the lid to be on
To keep the bottle contained
To keep me inside
To let things hide
To play a trick on the mind
My poison is trapped within
I won't leave
No more will be poisoned by the poison I breath
December 24th, 2018
