Dark Cloud Overhead
I used to write love poems..
Until my heart became invaded by the night
I used to love to find a home,
Until shadows filled the light
I used to be a golden boy
But now I hate the colors greedy sight
So many things in me that have become faded
And now it's the end of days inside of me that I fight
The sun will no longer give it's light,
And the trees will holler songs of strife
As the world burns and turns
Like a roasted marshmellow on a stick..
Bitter sweet to the teeth with a sticky plight.
This is the end in sight
Losing hope
As a dark ressurection becomes nigh
I drown and flush my worries and sorrows inside my head
Turning up the volume on my playlist that numbs me
While I lay restless in bed
But it keeps ringing just like a old saying that said
Never allowing me to let my guard down
And echoing hot inside my head
Copyright © Justin Worthy | Year Posted 2020
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