Description: I was staring out my living room window.
Decided to take a walk and clear my mind.
And listening to this new cd of mine, "The Paramour sessions" by Papa Roach inspired me to write this.
Crisp fresh air
With the cold creeping behind me
Fused light shinning above my head
Dull and pale
Street lights guiding my path
Trees in the distances
Gawking while I pass
Hidden within my pocket
Holds the words to ease my trouble mind
Not from the letter he last gave me
Lyrics of the songs that remind me
Of the memories I had with him
My eyes fall heavy
With the sight of the street I live
Running is the urge
Tip-toeing is the action
With the glime of the path
The slience of the night
Broken by poetry
Screaming within my ears
Making sense of this complicated mind
Acknowledging the measures
I have to go
So when I reach the steps
This walk turned into an adventure
That will not end with me broken again.
Submission Name: Skylight
