diluted thoughts
drip through self conscience
like the rain through bedsheets
Stolen youth--
and the memory of that
makes me weaker- day by day
and night by night
but I ask myself;
Is this a fight worth fighting?
Seeming so uncertain
and void of meaning.
Love seems no more
than a constant battle.
No victory nor failure--
Yet the cannons still burst brightly
towards the lifeline
You're the one that makes me smile
the only one that takes away my pain
so why do you want to make me upset?
Somewhere in my broken hope
there is an ember burning brightly
begging me to push forward
promising that tomorrow is a new day
with every insult I am stabbed with
it grows dimmer.
The path I walk is not my own
and it has been quite a long time
since I did something for myself.
You hold me back
then push me hard,
My face always lands in the same place
the teary palm of my hands.
I weep rivers.
My mind is a tightly shut vortex
that is powered by the fire of the ember
but the love I hold for you
makes what you say pass the gates with no question.
Some days I just want to conquer the world,
win over all the injustices.
Others it is not so-
I feel like a coward, running.. hiding.
But where will I hide?
I am never happy no matter where I am.
So how can we be happy together?
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Submission Name: Diluted Thoughts
