City of the covered sun.
Feeling left under the ashes of the
Human last, rotten, lost hope.
Cinders blowing and swirling around my thoughts
Chaos, chaotic triviality known to most
But imagined in the being of the nobody.
So many sheep unbeknownst to the rest
Of the sheep feeding their material, spiritual
And animalistic desire.
Who finds the over served, by ones
Left rotten decay from their own will.
Thought we could be friends for friendship sake
Outwardly reach, total reflection
I cannot look into my mediocre life.
I need my mirror to look into
A persons eyes and see myself
Not that hollow black shell, sound bogging
Dreaming of walking in hand to
Only find your sweaty palm
Your hand that slipped mine.
I could have held out forever.
Your hopes, dreams and faith
It does not, I've given up.
But ever never fighting
And holding on tighter.
You know though through it all
I could be the one to make you
Hold fast and never let go.
Realistically no one holds out forever.
Copyright © ANDREA TRAVIS | Year Posted 2015
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