Sunday, May 6

Fictional audacity

Empty words
they always are;
base and cheap.

Beguiling my mind &
holding me back

alone.


No more
shall I be weak.

No more
shall I breathe
sentiment into silence.

No more
will you be what you were.

I see you now
distilled and meek
as you are.

Slapped across your face,
with what you never could give.

1 comment:

Phoenix Rising... said...

Intense! I can relate to watever uve written. For once I'm silent, reminiscing on things tat cudve been had I listened to tat part of me tat kept prodding me to wake up and make a life outta it...hmmm....

...Di