Destroying Me | By: Gary Hill | | Category: Short Story - Rock Bookmark and Share

Destroying Me

just sitting here lonely
no-one to hold me
every chance ends in
disgrace a portrait
to capture the face
i always look upon
in desperation

and the spaces in between
this confusion and this
spining dream are all i
see, tear apart these
moments which destroy me

clouded and judged pull me
away and i still wont budge
its my escape to capture and
retake a belief beyound
thoughts of the dead emotions
i have inside myself, a jar
of anger sitting upon the
empty shelf reminds me to
stop losing and abusing, my
inner strength gets me through

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