Marks of time
dent my skin
rot my teeth
impair my vision
A birth of crime
our reality's sin
this life of mine?
where do I begin.
Twenty two years
of holding this weight
fighting this fight
escaping my fate
Words are useless,
in a manner of speaking
I am speechless
what am I seeking?
Brittle is stone
that is beaten
we are all alone
eat or be eaten
as I sit here alone
in a silent home
this love is unknown
and still....
I am on my own.
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