As I sit a puff on a cigarette,
I remember once a clarifying dream-
Of finding my way when lost.
A journey of wonder and choices,
But a day like today-
when I ponder,
I cant help but seeing it different.
Of no lights when I reach the end,
No hand to hold-
When I reach a bend in the road.
Of a haunting darkness,
To which no God can illuminate.
The curve of an eyelash,
the accelerated beating of a heart,
the aching in my soul-
that makes me wonder if any of it is real.
Or gasping for air-
Under the crushing blows of the waves,
Feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders.
For once I dreamt and felt,
but now I only wreak of panic,
and blind messes.
Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 10:53 PM UTC
As I sit a puff on a cigarette,
I remember once a clarifying dream-
Of finding my way when lost.
A journey of wonder and choices,
But a day like today-
when I ponder,
I cant help but seeing it different.
Of no lights when I reach the end,
No hand to hold-
When I reach a bend in the road.
Of a haunting darkness,
To which no God can illuminate.
The curve of an eyelash,
the accelerated beating of a heart,
the aching in my soul-
that makes me wonder if any of it is real.
Or gasping for air-
Under the crushing blows of the waves,
Feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders.
For once I dreamt and felt,
but now I only wreak of panic,
and blind messes.
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