How could anyone
fall deeply
into my aching sea.
When the walls are so high,
you can't even see
the waves,
only the brick bleakness
that obscures me.
how can I believe in hope
when hope doesn't
believe in me.
How could anyone
hope to get inside.
When I keep my drawbridge
closed tight.
Moat a thousand miles wide,
patrolled by creatures that devour.
Come wind, snow or rain shower.
Hour by hour. They never tire.
Breathing fire. To keep all from my door.
How could anyone
fall for my starry skies.
When I obscure their eyes,
making them look down to the floor
to divert their gaze
from seeing
the sparkling lights.
How can I believe in hope
when my own hope
has fled through the open door.
How could anyone
love me. If I keep myself hidden.
A beast seeking beauty
in the pages of this midnight soul.
Feeling cold,
only seen in shades of charcoal.
Only finding stains so dark.
How can anyone
find me
when I'm too scared
to embark,
too terrified
of being torn apart,
that I keep my pages
in a leather-bound heart.
Thanks for reading
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