My Inner Self

Reaching in that hand of scorn walking through traffic encased welding heart inside my mind I could hear him throughout my kind I stand in hurt consumed by blame a question since the beginning of time I shut my eyes to dream in peace the howls upon my back release like all things the inevitable will come those unidentified features of long ago... From my window I do see a voice calling to me I awoke only to the edge of time to a world of infectious lies and the complacent days allows me to share my thoughts masters of pain, drowning butterflies whose eyes will slice my inner self with untamed obstacles, resting quietly weathered worn from time, cloudy with chances of dreaming once again ... Brooke Dylan 2014