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Peter J Thomas Mar 2016
I looked straight through her,

Ghostly presence,

Too thin,

All skin,

Draw features,

Cold,

Scarred,

Scared,

Was this who,

Raised me,

Happy mothers,

Sorry sons.
Peter J Thomas Mar 2016
I sit and look,

Indifferently engaging,

People pass by,

Mindless cadavers,

Seeking more,

Having less,

Racing to mortality.
Peter J Thomas Mar 2016
Never been a clever talker,

Not known to hold my tongue,

Once it gets in motion,

I'm in trouble before long
Peter J Thomas Mar 2016
Inside a peaceful, quiet still,
A hush to quash the noise,
But deeper down, and inner will,
Kills silence, with hate's toys.

Be still my mind, my soul, and heart,
Just let me idly be,
Yet in my head, I'm torn apart,
Bring forth insanity
Peter J Thomas Mar 2016
I look the same,

As you,

I look the same,

As yesterday,

I look the same,

As you envisioned,

I look the same,

As ever,

I look the same,

You stopped looking,

I look the same,

Wrong, look again.
Peter J Thomas Mar 2016
No longer is it shackled,

Nor kept quiet in a cage,

It's time to feed the monster,

To now, release the rage.
Peter J Thomas Mar 2016
Iced blood, like syrup seeps out,

From self cut arms and veins,

I never thought I'd make it,

Perhaps my life, my pain
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