the war continues

the war continues

A Poem by We May Well Be The Ones

when I dream, I'm asleep in an ocean

sinking fast to the sands that nobody sees

I move but only in slow motion

all this weight on my bones is burrying me

I crawl along the cold surface

trying hard just to see the things in my way

every inch is supressed emotion

from the demons in me trying to escape

 

I know that some things never change

I know that people don't stay the same

 

I make my way to the surface

I've not seen the sky in years, the sun warms my flesh

the breeze, it coldens my body

I can hear the birds sing above this wet mess

I look but there's no one around me

I am still all alone, oh what a miserable dream

 

I am scared that these things might be true

I am scared of what I can't do

 

 

 

© 2008 We May Well Be The Ones


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West Covina, OR



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