BetterA Poem by Wraith
A distant memory,
This thing that tortures me. A black heart beckoning, This sinners reckoning. Everyone else gives while all I do is take, Is it better to be broken? Is it better to break? Drowning in this flood of dreams, What in heaven? What in hell? Could this broken life mean? A sky that's full of grey, The colors fade away. There is no right and wrong. This is where I belong. A heart of black and white, My thoughts are dark and light. I struggle to control, The beast tries to get free. A sick analogy, The beast is truly me. Can we right our wrongs? Cover our sins in righteous deeds? Will you sing my songs? Can you plant a garden inside weeds? Wingless now I fall, On sinful knees I crawl. A wrong that can't be right, Salvation falls out of sight. © 2015 Wraith |
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Added on February 11, 2015 Last Updated on February 22, 2015 AuthorWraithMNAboutYou don't need eyes to see. You don't need ears to hear. You don't need touch to feel. At the same time you can be blind and yet have eyes. You can be deaf and yet have ears. You can not feel and yet .. more..Writing
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