Deep In the Mind
I feel my skills are being kill,
By my dreams as I pull myself to steer,
In the winter walking ill,
drinking vodka makes my mind veer.
The cold wind blows in the low I am,
In a place I once had friends now,
In a place with a moon I slam,
Tend to believe I'll be fine pretending
I know;
The stars are lovely to know my scars,
Will bleed from the shots wounds I,
Try to heal for the pain,
A home is miles away to be far,
To turn back on my back to light I seek.
Their rain snow in the indigo world,
A girl I saw in the place a whirl pool effect;
I'm drinking on the twentieth beer,
Wondering why ,
A night I belong somewhere,
I try;
you don't care I'm near the edge,
Seeing the haunting past be alive,
For every night I stay up late even.
In my dreams they come how I,
Survive if their everywhere;
Why my poem losing their meaning god,
My talent I'm trying to hold,
Losing grip on my words,
They becoming a haunting to worse
I explain, A man once told
me, To keep writing if anyone doesn't look,
For one day your work will make the world,
Shook with every line you spill,
But the emotions you have will,
Paint the lines for you if you let them.
You know I'm at the Pillar of Nine,
Creating the future I shall bare,
Just know my heart speak for my mind
Sleeps,
I rethink on every line come to mind to be careful,
But for you they mislead for they tell myself deep.
D.P // Deep In The Mind // The Pillar of Nine
Written: 9/1/15
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