All that I am
is driftwood for the sea,
It engulfs me,
it engulfs me so easily.
This disease
is thicker then the woods,
It surrounds me,
it surrounds me for good.
All that I am
is cold cracked skin and bones,
It enfolds me,
it enfolds me all alone.
This room
settles harder than the cold ground,
It suffocates me,
it suffocates me until there's no sound.
There's strength in a faith that is blind
and I'd go blind for you,
There's soil for these roots to anchor us
if we just hold on through.
Dec 16, 2012
Dec 16, 2012 at 12:35 PM UTC
All that I am
is driftwood for the sea,
It engulfs me,
it engulfs me so easily.
This disease
is thicker then the woods,
It surrounds me,
it surrounds me for good.
All that I am
is cold cracked skin and bones,
It enfolds me,
it enfolds me all alone.
This room
settles harder than the cold ground,
It suffocates me,
it suffocates me until there's no sound.
There's strength in a faith that is blind
and I'd go blind for you,
There's soil for these roots to anchor us
if we just hold on through.
©RobertC.Atkinson
