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Chapter 1, 2, and 3
what would it take to get rid of you
And set me free
Chapter 2 and 3
nothing can get rid the killers I see

Chapter 4
Christ,
I'm In a place where I rather not be,
I lost sight of mind,
This life is beyond the open sea,
I tried to escape,
But my spirit is never set free
Christ,
I beg and plead,
If I were to die
promise to rescue me?
I don't see my own shadow anymore,
With life you never know what's in store
Every day it rains even more
Chills send down my spine
this place is war
I find happiness within a confined box
No one from the outside world cares to knock
This box is to old an brittle
I'm
To wise,
To nimble
To peek out into the outside world

So I sit,
An crumble myself into a tight fit
In a fetal position
With toes tight
Reserved to only an inch
My face stuck in between my lap
My hands hugging my back

Pigeons swarming around my box
I constantly scream
There's not a soul to touch or take
For heaven is where my soul will take
 Jan 2016 Sonkei Ichimaru
Zina
the weather is cold
and my heart is traveling abroad
watching our photos and they seemed old
what a sad night with the stars that bright
to give a gloomy light
desperate soul
and wide hole
waiting without hope
i won't give up waiting
even that i know you are not caring.

— The End —