On a heavy heart weighs the head that bares the thoughts of sleepless nights.
Dreams, a gift of the moon, drift through unopened windows to break memories unkept.
Rhyme a myth, and Reason a flaw, we search for a bridge to cross.
The grass on both sides unwanted and browned as you have not watered nor given care.
We'd love to blame for lack of rain even as the nearby river flows.
Hiding behind excuses to exist and lies that force us to live.
We find no truth in hope and abandon morals for a poisoned understanding.
Though the earth is uneven, angled and rough it's still said to be a sphere.
In the same; a heart is only beautiful when drawn in the fictitious attire artists rather than in honest beating by facts and scientific witness.
YOU ARE READING
Words I've Kept
PoetryThis is my coping mechanism. I love poetry and feel like it's the only anchor for me some days. I thank those who have me strength to share. I write about Trauma and dark moments of my life so if those aren't for you neither is this.
