Questions
They say its fun,
That its lovely outside,
But to this point I am done,
I will continue in the dark and hide,
Why must I struggle to fight,
When what I fight for will be a dream,
One that cant exist in the truth and light,
Let my harmless dream remain,
I don't want to open my eyes,
I don't want to see the sky,
For when I do I see what I left behind,
And see that my happiness was really bind,
In wretched vines of countless lies,
But will that suffering be worth?,
Will I be able to move forth?,
What if I like it in the sky?,
What if I let this part of me die?,
Can I really live if I let my dark heart bleed?,
Will I sow a new seed?,
Can I grow from my dark hole?,
Brushing off these burning coals?,
Why cant I do the task?,
Why do I sit here and continue to ask?,
I want to take my wounds with me,
I want them to feel the same breeze,
I am willing to take the pain,
I know many will see me insane,
But maybe I can bleed for them,
Just maybe I can shine like a gem,
Maybe I will be valued,
Though a lovely dream that be,
I really must accept what of these,
They are but scattered words,
That I send upon the breeze,
Hoping they may he carried away from me,
And I may no longer bleed.
Copyright © Jiovani Bermudez | Year Posted 2021
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