The CallA Poem by Tim SmithWhen you start trying to place yourself in their eyes you lose parts of you you'll never get back. Or rather probably never will.
The shadows keep calling me home
Back to the place I disowned Back to the forbiddon roads I long to walk once more This faith i've found A faith misplaced? Within this light I feel i've lost my face Among the shadows of the forest I shine Within the light I blend in so well I find myself asking myself Would I rather burn in hell? The shadows keep calling me home Back to the place I disowned Back to the forbiddon roads I long to walk once more I walked with god, I walked with the devil I long to walk without either Neither on my shoulder, nor in my heart I want to live a life without Caught within the secret groves Where the good and bad in me shows Im not of the devil nor am I of god I feel I'm betraying myself with this facade The shadows keep calling me home Back to the place I disowned Back to the forbiddon roads I long to walk once more Who am I? Who was I? When did I change just to survive? Where did the truth turn to lie? Im destined to burn, one day alive Will I answer the shadows call? Will i stay in the light till I am scared? In my heart i know its not me. So why then do I fight to beleive? The call still sounds forever more Never can I close this door Forgotton me, Forsaken me The shadows will always call to me © 2011 Tim Smith |
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Added on November 8, 2011 Last Updated on November 8, 2011 AuthorTim SmithLorain, OHAboutMy old account was http://www.writerscafe.org/evilbeanpole, all my old poems are to be brought here. My name is Tim Smith I'm 21 and this keeps me sane in this insane world. Get at me! I love the feed.. more..Writing
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