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