An acrostic poem about who we are.Our deepest desires are often lost by our deepest fears. |
About my mind are trinkets scattered, seeking all that once mattered. Racing silently within empty silhouettes, squandered and shattered. Are there to be lost forever in a world of shadows, fallen asunder? Remembering a better time, when the silence was shattered with thunder. Every breath, stolen from a time past, pleads for surrender to sleep. Another memory, another moment where Angels did weep. Now a sadness that cuts through to my core becomes my mask, Dare I pray to find the strength, and finish this cruel task? Undone the smiles cast unto a heart, now only dust warms it through. Not to find a thought uncorrupted, shadows warp both false and true. In this nightmare, will I ever see the light shine once more? Questions bracing for the answers, erode my very core. Unique conceptions of mournful phantoms, embraced in fears, Enticing a dance of death, submerged in swollen tears. Does the dark soul I possess, show through and find hold? Encased in autumn's spiral, I brace for the cold. Seeking shelter in lyrical embrace, alone I stand, Is there a time when I again can take my own hand? Gone are the memories, cast to shadow and despair, No one can hear my heartbeat, do I even care? |