Wasteland
It’s like swimming on a sea of glass,
Trying to get rid of my past.
It’s like breathing on the moon,
A repetitive doom.
Haunted by the guilt,
Paralyzed by shame,
These dreams I have
They’ve now become
A sinister game.
Rid me of this era,
Rid me of this maze,
Images that are tightly coiled,
A contaminated glaze.
Forgotten mysteries
IV know all too well,
A face of angelic deception
My own personal hell.
Where is the cemetery?
Where are the pits?
Tattered pages on my life
Are buried in its midst.
Burn the bridges
Scrape the sky
I cannot fester in all these lies.
Rain clouds form
Washing the ink
This time I will let them sink.
By: Sabina Nicole
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