Thoughts

An old piece, written about four to five years ago. This piece was on the tail end of my "closet emo" period. Open to review only.

 

As I sit here wondering,

All I see is light.

When I sit here thinking,

I only see the night.

Then I sit here listening to the things I never knew.

Yet I can never seem to cling to them,

Like the grass to the morning dew.

When I let my mind slide,

My fears all unfold.

I see what I love all bloody and cold.

The pool that surrounds her is deep with despair.

Yet you keep saying that I should not care.

To not love her, is a sin that is immoral and vicious.

It always leaves a curse that scares the superstitious.

Your only resolve from something this horrid,

Is to live your life broken, all battered and sordid.

Even though we all know it holds no meaning,

That fact can not always stop us from seeing.

Seeing the things that truly haunt us.

Those are the things that truly conceal us.

Not only do we dare not run from them,

They always root our life,

Right down to the stem

And when they have finished us,

It’s our life that they spend,

Because they can rule us right to the end.