Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Losing Protective Skin



Draw me near for my search is deep.
My time will release itself upon my reality check
Hide my eyes, I do not know if I want to see what is there.
Shatter me into nothing more then the child I wish I could see.
Hear me cry, take my hand, and let me cry
I do not want to be afraid.
I have escaped for so long
Yet this shadow still tracks me
Often it flirts with me
And I enjoy its company when the time is right.

Who will love me when I have nothing left but a blank space
I must have no choice.
I must configure my way into new skin.
Shaking off dust like a window seal in an attic rarely visited
Beauty and Sadness are my cousins.
One is nothing without the other.
There is no where left for me to go.

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