Its Come To This
Time,
The Mortal enemy,
Of my unwanted Soul.
Peace,
A distant dream now,
Somewhere beyond this hole.
Lies,
Tall tales have been fed me,
Since early in my youth.
Burns,
The brokenness within me,
I cannot find the truth.
Tears,
The river bursts within me,
A raging torrent in my brain.
Fears,
Look how they see me,
A man completely insane.
Hope,
Lost in my foggy future,
It wasnt meant for me.
Dreams,
Crushed and quietly abandoned,
Sinking in this barren sea.
Walls,
My callous heart has erected,
To shackle me to my pain.
Tombs,
Seal me away forever,
To never feel these things again.
Copyright © Carl Fraser | Year Posted 2016
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