Alone again,
Like how it was before I was found,
Before I could hear a sound.
My head has turned bleak.
Slowly approaching my peak,
I find it hard to find the words to speak.
And the shadows seep into my cracks
by your command
doubt and drought invade this fertile land
as my world regresses in a state of chaos
and loss
and confusion
with the fusion of hope and contempt
to my ignorance and to your method.
You held me in your palm
and hear my imperfect soul cry from across realms
that shield me from the truth.
I become sad...
Am I mad for wanting better for myself,
better than myself?
Make me better for you.
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 3:38 AM UTC
Alone again,
Like how it was before I was found,
Before I could hear a sound.
My head has turned bleak.
Slowly approaching my peak,
I find it hard to find the words to speak.
And the shadows seep into my cracks
by your command
doubt and drought invade this fertile land
as my world regresses in a state of chaos
and loss
and confusion
with the fusion of hope and contempt
to my ignorance and to your method.
You held me in your palm
and hear my imperfect soul cry from across realms
that shield me from the truth.
I become sad...
Am I mad for wanting better for myself,
better than myself?
Make me better for you.
Spiritual starvation.
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