Admission
Admission
If time heals all, then when will my alarm clock ring,
If tomorrow is a new day, why do the morning birds not sing,
I want to be awoken, from this dream fueled by disaster,
The hands keep ticking, i just will them, tick faster,
My reasoning is affluent, yet it bleeds through stigmata,
If to sacrifice, is solution, then my soul freely martyr,
My burdens weighed down, adds fuel to their meaning,
My clear image tarnished, by the scour of being,
My foundations pressed, as i confess, to all without believing,
My heart bleeds less, as i digress, to all without deceiving ,
My eyes feel weak, as i lose track, of the path i once walked,
As resistance feels futile, your mind becomes, warped,
The path becomes darker, as my demise is brought fourth,
But the path is now brighter, than at ones first thought,
If its my time, then how will i, know that i must listen,
To the bells that chime, at once as i, am freed by my admission.
Copyright © Jack Harris | Year Posted 2012
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