My Inner Self
Reaching in that hand of scorn
walking through traffic encased
welding heart inside my mind
I could hear him throughout my kind
I stand in hurt consumed by blame
a question since the beginning of time
I shut my eyes to dream in peace
the howls upon my back release
like all things the inevitable will come
those unidentified features of long ago...
From my window I do see
a voice calling to me
I awoke only to the edge of time
to a world of infectious lies
and the complacent days
allows me to share my thoughts
masters of pain, drowning butterflies
whose eyes will slice my inner self
with untamed obstacles, resting quietly
weathered worn from time,
cloudy with chances of dreaming
once again ...
Brooke Dylan 2014
Copyright © Brooke Dylan | Year Posted 2014
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