I pose to propose a time of inevitable pain
I compose words slain in disdain,
Throbs hard like blood through my veins
I suppose I can dispose
The truth disclosed
From my brain
Leaves conscious to reality
But not in vain
As it slips from her finger tips
She takes a sip from her drink
To think twice
Quick enough before it's time to blink
She sinks deep into oblivion
Like drains from a sink
Falls in, swirls in
Curls into the fetal position
In her shallow disposition
Once more she opens the door behind her
But collapses down to the floor
Flames out, burnt out
Her weakness fills her with doubt
Like a warrior, nothing worries her
She fights battles uphill
Aims to kill
In her pursuit
To encompass courage and will
Divine, like when she dies
She opens her eyes
Energies consume her
She's alive
Can send chills up your spine
Grains of sand in the Hands
And sands of time
Passes through her, she's a Pursuer
In her attempts to rhythm and rhyme
I pinch my wrist, slip my disk
To see if I still exist
In a world so cold and dark
I embark in journeys untold
And aim to discern my purpose
In this life I hold |
Submission Name: A Pose I Suppose
