Estuary of Fears

Everyday.

The 
moon 
rises 
in 
the 
blood 
soaked 
sky.

Everyway.

I 
am 
bleeding 
just 
for 
a 
butterfly 
not 
to 
die.

Someday.

I 
will 
be 
free.

Someway.

You 
will 
see.

I 
am 
not 
me.

I 
am 
rooted 
shallow 
in 
the 
shade 
of 
a 
dead 
tree.

Faint 
voices 
bark 
in 
my 
head.

I 
heard 
what 
was 
said.

I 
never 
listen.

I 
am 
blind 
by 
visions.

Echoes 
from 
a 
call.

Darkness 
stands 
tall.

Where 
my 
light 
refuse 
to 
shine.

Where 
shadows 
hands 
me 
my 
time.

I 
age 
by 
the 
breath 
I 
take.

I 
am 
caged 
by 
my 
hate.

What 
I 
lost 
in 
one 
life.

Can 
never 
be 
found.

Not 
even 
when 
angels 
clash 
with 
my 
sound.

My 
screams 
runs 
rivers 
into 
tears.

My 
dreams 
are 
flowing 
into 
the 
Estuary 
Of 
Fears.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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