crumbling

 

I feel I'm stumbling into darkness

tripping and tumbling

clumsily fumbling

trying to get a grip on the thoughts

that are forming

blinded by my misguided mind

I'm finding words hard to grasp

what I want to say

the things I need to ask

 

I fear I’m slipping into conformity

taking what was here and moulding into

a different person a new me

one I’m not sure I want to be

It's like I’m falling

the background is flashing

clashing lights blinding

as I'm starting to perform

against my norm and it is grinding

 

I feel I'm crumbling

like walls of dust crashing against a wave of mistrust

I'm hearing distant rumbles

and it all is distorting

can I hear a choir sing?

or a bell ring?

is it just the sands of time

falling on dead skin

 

I feel like I'm traveling in the dark

like I'm falling apart

I hear distant voices

and everything is distorted

awkwardly pointing at my flaws

taking what was here and shaping me

until I feel less than before

 

I feel forever, looming

but the gloom is all consuming

where are the flowers blooming?

where is the rose that grows for me?

what is forever with no one to share it with?

eternity In a lifeless pit?

or  floating on an ocean

in a water filled ship

 

 

 

Thanks For Reading,

Peace and  Love.

Kyle.