Walking
Trying on a straight line
Mind set to be sober of all the
drunken lies and deceit
Hands grasping tight for a moment
A short moment to let them
believe I was holding to reality
But I am slipping away from what
seemed the truth
Like throwing lassos to the moon
hoping it would come down
There were vicious demons at war
in my head
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A decision to jump off the cliff
seemed like right
Standing brave like walking
planks on the pirate ship
A dangerous irony to run away
from swords
But all the while, diving in to
the eye of the storm
Mind over muscle
I became crippled
Unable to walk
Unable to move
It was a battle to which I lost
In the eyes of the survivors, I
might be a hero
But to a sight deeper than what
was seen
I remained idle. A dead man
walking in the woods
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Searching for a way home
To my loyal readers (and new ones), i apologise for keeping you waiting this long for a post. i have numerous drafts, in writing and in mind. so i hope you enjoy one of my new series, "Unfinished".
Salamun alaykum.
lotsalove.
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