My Thoughts

January 16, 2018
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My thoughts that shriek inside my head,
And I am deaf;
My hours twisted by night’s dark whispers,
Choking cries in smokey black;
Let us burn, for we are lost

My mind of innocence has gone,
And razed to dust;
The sanctuary that held my youth,
Rotted and burned to nothingness;
Let us burn, for we are lost

My white lily untainted,
Now a blood stained rose;
Years and years bear withered petals,
Longing to return;
Let us burn, for we are lost

I searched and searched but love eluded me.
Only the cold grip of remorse for a friend I once knew remains.
As my memories leave me at the end, I am left with nothing
. . . nothing but . . .
My burning thoughts.

My life is a mystery,
How could this happen?
The fire once sustained me,
Now it has engulfed my very core.
Let them burn, Where am I?

A mistake it was - to walk the paved yellow line,
For in the dark I learned to fly.
A man of fermenting indulgence with heavy weighted heels,
who split the wind in two, now teaches me how;
The silence is pierced.

My thoughts that shriek inside my head,
I hear regret;
My world filled with frozen fire,
And as my world turns cold…
My raging thoughts, they cease.

Let them burn out, for I am dead.

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