Mind.

September 15, 2009

Peace of mind
is something lost,
when I believe you and your mind
because your mind is fragile,
and it is weak,
those deep dark secrets
it does not keep
and as sanctity returns
my future has already submerged
like the iceberg that lay in wait,
for the metal ship as its prey
and saw light no more that foggy day.
Likewise do I doth conceive,
this pain I bore
in my heart last week,
is worse today
as I watch you sleep,
in peace and harmony,
close to your sanity
with mine in disarray,
in somber numbness
and I, now meek.

 

By lonelywolf2

By lonelywolf2