The Ones That Stray

By Laura May 25, 2015 The future melts away in an audience of clarity The past no longer part of me in fragile grips of reality I'm tired of fighting simply for survival's sake No life of my own; not even one I cared to fake So where do I exist in this plane of loneliness? Existence is a price to pay for fleeting thoughts of bliss Grounded are the infinite crowds that bring these feelings back Dangerous are the filtered words that make it through the cracks Awakened to the consequence of everything that I've survived Learning that the childhood dreams that stayed with me are not contrived Maybe there's another way to find the peace that cut my skin Maybe there's a better life that doesn't end; where I begin These richer things are pouring in along with tears from yesterday But I'm still here... alive with fear... a beacon for the ones that stray...