Underneath the dark circles

What am I hiding?

Scared of losing?

Fighting without the anger

Locked down, breathing deeper

Either this reality is simple or incomplete

Denial lives in the poses of my feet

Walking on top of the pulsating length of pain

Questioning the position of my strength

Physically built but mentally disable to with stand

The concept of turmoil, undivided attention    

Deceiving seven hundred different ways  

Shoveling up the leftover patients 

What am I saving?

Afraid of chancing

Painting several ways to slip away

Only to nick one layer of my skin

Either this face is fake or redefined

Firing up the pressure in my eyes

Hiding hissing sounds of emotion

The division of my own comprehension

Love without a heart

Conditions my soul

Eases the fall to the knees

Purifies the air in my lungs 

What am I living for?

Crying in the night for?

To watch life climb the hardest part

Witter my flowered heart in a sea of blue eyes

Instead of drowning in superficial lies

I’m letting fear escape underneath the dark circles of my mind

So when my natural high hungers for more

I’ll turns torn those fundamental decisions

That I never mention to discover until now          

Reviews

[Steve]

This is a unique, descriptive, and pleasant form or poetry. I like this.