When will this silent void disippate?
Oh, listening ears do open.
Endless space of darkness,
But topaz sprinkle its form.
Can you find them?
I'm sinking in the gravity,
Of emptiness and depravity.
Where is this force?
Dragging, dragging me in,
Is this what we call sin?
Numb, unconscious soul.
Oh, continuous circle
It flings me round,
When will you let me go?
Will I break free from your hold?
I must return to my constellation.
Where do I belong?
I don't know.
Nocturnal eyes,
They watch for shadows;
But they avoid,
Not meaning to see them.
Clear my vision,
That I may fly;
Breaking loose
Is just one try.
It's either morning,
Or good night.
VOUS LISEZ
War Underneath
PoésieWords and thoughts about things that are fought within the heart, soul, and mind. The flesh is weak, but the spirit is willing; And the dog you choose to feed will win. ~~~~~ Author Note: I will warn you that words can wield just like a sword and t...
