If I should continue my onward descent
I will eventually enter into my void
A place in the back of my mind where I sleep
When my thoughts force me into tired mumbles
In the back of a room in the dark in the rain
That pitters and patters upon the roof
Echoing in a ghostly chamber
That is all in my head where it always was
As were the troubles that cluttered the room
Where my footing was unsure and I could not move
Lest I trip and crush the trinkets about
My soul to keep itself entertained remains
In a blanket of melancholy
Disguised in sarcasms and humorous undertones
An invisible frown painted on the face
Of my mask that must be worn today
Though I am inside and outside is nothing
The world is there and it is empty and nil
Tree's blow in a wind of catastrophe
because of my claustrophobic tendencies
Do not omit the details just because you can't write the words
It's not your fault what they did to you
Stop the process of getting stuck in your room
If the light were released from this void to that
We might actually smile for real
Maybe today just once it'll be real.
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