Fear
The thoughts of the wind eternalize my being
only a light of such brilliance could overcome
Aching bodies are not yet finished
but those who settle are done
Open the casket and see what is left
there is nothing but an empty chest
You can rip open their soul's and crush it in your hands
they barely notice and sew up their pain
I reach for more, to be changes
some want nothing but to stay the same
Their eyes are castrated, gone none the less
the pin has dropped, no sound was heard
Listen once more to the sound of your heart
does it beat fast? Or refuse to start.
Copyright © Velvet Burghardt | Year Posted 2014
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