A Desperate Search For Words
There is a madness
Beneath
That rips and tears
All of these
Sane thoughts
From this mind
This head of mine
And then comes
Endless sleep
But where and how
To make this real
Make to make
What is made to be
I cannot believe
How days will be
There is an insanity
Some where
I cannot hide from
Traveling in and out
Of sanity with the
Lights on
Where did all my time go
With you or
Out the window?
But when and who
To see this through
See to see
What is seen to be
I cannot know
How these things go
There is crazyiness
Inside
Desperate to bare all
Secrets and spites
That I hold
No matter the years
Passing by
I find emptiness
In fullness they
Fool themselves with
But what and why
To believe what they
Feed to feed
The hungry and sane
I cannot want
Any of these
Copyright © Charissa Gonzalez | Year Posted 2010
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