ContractionsA Poem by A Stranger's TaleFor all your troubled thoughts Among the silence that you keep In the darkness amidst the cold Your tired eyes; from lack of sleep I cannot help but be here Into the dark blue abyss where you might be tossed and thrown my arms will paddle fast and quick that you won't drown and die alone It's not so simple to keep you sane with violent screams in your head It's hard not to surrender when you prefer yourself, dead A cyclone of emotion swings descending upon your path for all the gods that don't exist this is their wishful wrath And I will battle your torturous demons and wrestle them to ground even if it allows you to rest your eyes I'll exist till I cannot be found For life is short and we've both seen how jigsaw puzzles can be tiles You only need walk a bit further And I'll crawl the thousand miles That one day, sometime in spring May your night terrors come to past My happiness is not the key It's yours; that I hope will last. © 2014 A Stranger's Tale |
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