#centerstage
I do not like it, Sam I Am, I do not like the quite
I fear it when it's silent
Simply keeping the mind busy elevates the possibility the personalities wont riot
As a particular thought client takes centerstage the voices get defiant
Internal chaos runs rampant, so prevalent one finds oneself reliant
Negativity plays with anxiety out in the open in spite of the velvet lined casket
The soil tilled from conception permitted the growth of this poisonous plant
That sprung up out of nowhere, ill prepared, on an almost alien planet
Body longevity becomes insignificant when the need shifts to a mind and soul transplant
Whether a desired life or one deserved, you can't keep it like a secret, people are going to catch a peek of it
The remedy is absolute though illicit, hell, what isn't
The catch?
It's permanent
©2024
Jun 12, 2024
Jun 12, 2024 at 1:44 PM UTC
It's a bright morning
That greets his day
He looks out the window
And watches the radiant sun
He admires it
Attracted to her glorious shine
Blinded in all effects
Yet still unable to pull away
The heat burns his skin
But he loves it
Being in the sun
It makes him happy
The sun goes down
Bidding her farewell
Leaving him solemn
Broken and shattered
The moon comes up
Greeting him with a soothing embrace
Peaceful and gentle
A light that guides him in darkness
She brings a cooling breeze
To comfort his painful nights
Even if she would be clouded
By grey clouds at times
She watches over him
Like a guardian angel
Singing a soft lullaby
To send him into a slumber
Morning came
It starts all over again
The burning sun in the spotlight
The gentle moon awaits her turn
*And she will always wait for the moment
When he enjoys the night more than day
Then she will never be overshadowed
She will take her very own...
...center stage*.
Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 3:47 AM UTC