Feel at home in silence
Comfortable in pain
Safe with strains of waiting
Naked in the rain
Colors in the hollow
Bleached but left a stain
Nevermore to swallow
Truths that made me sane
Was I ever really
Walking my own lane?
Feeling lone & cornered
Seeking tears in vain
Every step a nightmare
Year in every grain
Every try a failure
Every dream I’ve slain
Longing for what’s beyond
Feelings slowly wane
Longing for the untouched
Yearning for the unseen
Only ghosts remain
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Bro…
Every try a failure
Every dream I’ve slain
Longing for what’s beyond
Feelings slowly wane
I’ve said it before: you have this habit of spilling the world in just a few words. I aspire to reach that level of confidence and grace. This is why I enjoy writing – the inspiration. How’s it feel to be the greatest among greats? 🙂
you said that right, I literally just spilled these words & wasn’t particularly fascinated by the outcome, but it’s good therapy… & to answer your question, I don’t know? perhaps you do 🙂
Ugh.. It’s so good.
The rhyme scheme, ‘n
choice of words, married
to build such a beautiful
picture of mistery.
“Colors in the hollow
Bleached but left a stain”
This wordplay has me so jealous
that I didn’t think of it first.
Colors bleached.. but a stain remains!?
No matter what you do, you cannot
erase the past.
That’s a “DAMN”, for me.
So fire, bro! 🔥🔥🔥
it makes much more sense to me now too, when you’ve mentioned that.. I guess I just kept putting words on paper without even thinking.. now it all fits well I believe.. thank you for being here brother.. always glad to hear from you
an excellent portrayal of angst and self doubt. great use of rhythm and rhyme