Friday, January 04, 2008

Through gray eyes

Pen to paper
Thoughts come
Commitment of my inner mind

I'm scattered
no sense of self
stumbling
Lost in the wreckage of destruction

the years spent
Wasted
Lost

The only thing left standing are memories
The fallen house

I'm searching

Tears come
After the winds of change blew away all that was me

I'm lost in hopelessness
Standing on the edge

Soon all is hidden
safely put away
behind the veil
behind the screen
covered by darkness
hidden
for the sake of sanity