The Price of Its Cost
My nightmare starts when I see
A stare from dead eyes looking at me
A stare from a soul that has always been lost
Seeing through this life at the price of its cost
Feeling the cold on a hot summers day
Listening to the dark in the full light of day
Finding a hole, finding a cave
To stay out of the light
To be lost from the day
My nightmare starts when I see
My nightmare........
Is being the person of me.
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2017
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