The Trouble Is As Deep As the Thought
The trouble is,
as deep as the thought.
All out of time?
Never, cuz time's all I got?
Still waiting?
No longer,
my time has arrived,
survived the journey,
finally feeling alive.
Fears quickly demised,
off to places, insecurities,
no longer wear a disguise.
Been reading lyrics,
off a blank page,
on a different chapter,
different book,
different actor,
different stage.
I hear this silence,
it speaks loud and clear,
skeletons in the closets,
hope not to appear.
For they are irrellevent,
this chapter is new,
just fill in the blanks,
and the book might just read you!
Copyright © Aunna Jones | Year Posted 2017
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