I held my head
too high;
made it a
home in the
drifting clouds,
but the
rain came
all too soon;
and now
I fall to earth
soaked in my ignorance.
The lies have
lost their power,
leaving me to
face the truth.
My worst demons will
always haunt the
shadows of my
waking thoughts,
they will always
invade my dreams,
and I will
always fight the
longing for their
company.
It will never
be over
© Nathan A. Brock
Nov 29, 2024
Nov 29, 2024 at 10:54 AM UTC
I held my head
too high;
made it a
home in the
drifting clouds,
but the
rain came
all too soon;
and now
I fall to earth
soaked in my ignorance.
The lies have
lost their power,
leaving me to
face the truth.
My worst demons will
always haunt the
shadows of my
waking thoughts,
they will always
invade my dreams,
and I will
always fight the
longing for their
company.
It will never
be over
© Nathan A. Brock
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