Cleansing the Soul
I lye here on the cement floor, looking up into the sky, it's dark and cloudy not letting one
single ray shine by
I go deep inside of my twisted mind, and wonder why everything has to eventually die
to eventually dissapear from its existance, all the existing things suddenly dissapear
and never know you once existed, you are now completley gone- or are you
will I come back as another being, another soul
will I someday be that dejavu
I wish I could just release my whole inner being at this very moment and fly
into the sky- becoming one with it
another cloud- maybe being the warm wind upon someones skin other than mine
maybe a rain drop falling high from the sky, and suddenly splattering to the ground
dissapearing into another existance- the underworld
why do these things, these thoughts race through me
taking over my attention, not being able to focus on anything at all
not ever what is right infront of me, why do I complicate everthing more
than it already is
is it complicated or just me challenging myself
to much time, not enough space
I'm searching for the sun, the light on my face, for the warmth in my heart
I am cold right now, I feel like ice
my circulation shutting off from my hole being
wanting help so desperatly from these thoughts
but when it comes I run fast i run far
I am weak if I take your hand, don't you understand
I am weak if you see me cry or was that just another learnd lie
stand up child you're to wild
don't you grab that helpfull hand
I can hear the demand
Copyright © Marcie Keene | Year Posted 2009
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