I've been trying to find balance in the sheets,
but they keep scolding me.
For action to be taken, my dreams shall disappear.
And the knife is forced up to my very soul.
When will this torment end and I'll be able to see the rainbow upon the valley?
Will my heart be able to take everything that is yet to come or shall I wither and die in the youthless pit of hope?
Is that all there is or am I closed as a clam to the splendours of the world?
I am nothing but a leaf.
Categories:
youthless, angst, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
Youthless Poet(S)
Lost lonely shadows
Cast and rise
Sunken hungry empty
Lowered eyes
Graying under aging skies.
Lost in translation
Shovel in tow
Just relics and fossils
Still deeper you go.
[
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Now gazing up
All you see is a star
And the distance between you
... Is all that you are.
- Chris Conaboy
Categories:
youthless, lost,
Form: Rhyme