I know she's there, the other me, the one I was meant to be. But the current me is a gluttonous beast, feeding on my fears, failures, and insecurities. She loves my tears, and clouded thoughts. She beats back the real me, at all costs.
Tag: Poetic-ness
He.
He came to me Again last night, Never in flesh Always in my Sleep. He pinned me Down, Helpless my heart Lept. Hands, Too many of them, Grabbed at my body. No matter How much I Struggled, He continued to Go about his Work.
Father, take me home
I stand at the door; Hand outstretched, Knuckles white and Arms trembling. I know I have to knock, But I'm afraid of what I will find on The other side. I was kind, right? Compassionate to all? I gave to the needy and lonesome! I tried hard to play by The rules? But I also lied … Continue reading Father, take me home
Things that went unsaid.
You never knew that I would have loved you well.
Woman
Beauty and grace, An empty shell, Behind her face.
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