Blame game, name game, the game of shaming.
Hate and raging, hot enough to maim.
without cauterization, bleeding out.
Faith lost, can't hold on.
Morn comes but is not the new Dawn.
Time slows yet still flows by but more jagged in manner.
Living for the nights that end in blindness, seems to matter more than the curse that comes with the sin of the sun rays.
Such beauty tainted, not red but gray
As everything fades into a blur of motion and emotion.
Strive for change only to get lost, farces push you to make you stop
Curses and words are allfornot, apologies unheard or felt
Even with truth it hurts.
Tearing temptations run amuck in the avid and vast chasm that we call ours.
Control slips as the moonlily blooms, it knows the truth.
Accept and live as is without fear, nor compassion, let those who seek thy beauty be overwhelmed by passion, only to realize that when it strikes and leaves thee there is only the gray blur that you thought you had outrun, overcome.
Life pushes you to be numb to see that it all shall end just to begin again.
Move, live, consume, yet give back so little.
Love and receive hate until there is such little time to make up for that one dividing moment that you cling to never to know why or how things are or could have been without the pain.
Had a ruff Day, this is what I wrote after it was through with. felt frustrated, a tad unloved, used and belittled.
YOU ARE READING
Uncovered
PoetryThings I write when I feel emotions that I can't express any other way. Some good days, some bad, some where I just feel like being weird. Hope, love, loss, consumption in one's drossness, all just a few specialties that life offers.
