Solace in Solemn Demise

This one is really just kind of a bunch of ideas.

Take it as it is,

This is who we are with the lights down.

Screaming words that just don't fit.

We have nothing but focus

when we're out of focus.

Don't tell me its bogus;

we crush this -

you touch this-

and you wanted this darkness

you've found home in the solace

of solemn demise.

Who do you think you are?

Who do I think I am?

I write to sunrise

I survived just to die

where do we turn,

when the walls come down? 

We have separated ourselves

from within ourselves.

Who you are when you look in the mirror

doesn't matter.

You are not your scars.

You are not your fetishes.

You are more than you could ever imagine.

Reviews

[Stefon Napier]

I only have one word for this poem: Damn

[Sami Khalil]

"We have separated ourselves
from within ourselves.
Who you are when you look in the mirror
doesn't matter."

A lot of wisdom in your words. Glad I visited...:)..................