Withering
as I crumble to ground
My mind is deafened with truth
as I gag my heart to stay mute
A purgatory for the fearful and cautious
Vulnerability, locked up like an evil being
awaiting a worse faith yet to be seen
My mind is the window to my soul
my heart a remote black hole
A longing to be fearless
From here the truth is swallowed
like a hawk devouring prey
Burdened by mediocrity
what could they see, that I don't see in me?
Jan 2, 2012
Jan 2, 2012 at 3:58 PM UTC
Withering
as I crumble to ground
My mind is deafened with truth
as I gag my heart to stay mute
A purgatory for the fearful and cautious
Vulnerability, locked up like an evil being
awaiting a worse faith yet to be seen
My mind is the window to my soul
my heart a remote black hole
A longing to be fearless
From here the truth is swallowed
like a hawk devouring prey
Burdened by mediocrity
what could they see, that I don't see in me?
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