There's a constant prayer in my heart
I'm hoping it can reach the sky
I pray that I can just let go
Forgive myself and just move on
All these thoughts have crushed my soul
But This won't mean I've given up
There's some steps we all must take
To reach that place in which we're meant to dwell
My eyes have seen enough
My heart has felt way too much
I seek a promised peace and
If what we give is what we get
I must learn this is just not for me
The intention of this blog is to keep record of my thoughts, ideas, songs, poems, letters and experiences: this is my chosen way of expressing myself. I tend to write letters to others, even when I know they will never read them. If anybody ever reads it, I hope you find inspiration, motivation, entertainment, distraction or comfort through these words. I write for me, 4 Susana, for my journey, for my sake. It's a long process, that of finding yourself. For me, for you, for all, Love always.
Thursday, September 1, 2016
Nothing
Like the moons reflection
Freely through the fields
You touch every last corner of my soul
Whether that's good or bad
I may just never know
Your light shines bright
While mine dims slow
In the stillness of our nothingness
I see myself decaying
If only I could save us
From all the pain that's pending
Freely through the fields
You touch every last corner of my soul
Whether that's good or bad
I may just never know
Your light shines bright
While mine dims slow
In the stillness of our nothingness
I see myself decaying
If only I could save us
From all the pain that's pending
Trapped
I am drowning in an ocean of lust and anger
Your presence is intoxicatingly annoying now
You dance around me with a smirk knowing damn well that I am burning inside
I know this is your subconscious way of punishing me
Punishing me for perhaps you would consider me winning
But I'm dying, I have nothing to claim here
This is not my territory
Not my home
And even if I hang my artwork on your walls
These very walls are a new debilitating prison
I can still touch you
But you seem unmoved
I can still feel the blood inside me scratching my veins
I can feel my body hating me for torturing it like that
And there's nothing I can do
Your presence is intoxicatingly annoying now
You dance around me with a smirk knowing damn well that I am burning inside
I know this is your subconscious way of punishing me
Punishing me for perhaps you would consider me winning
But I'm dying, I have nothing to claim here
This is not my territory
Not my home
And even if I hang my artwork on your walls
These very walls are a new debilitating prison
I can still touch you
But you seem unmoved
I can still feel the blood inside me scratching my veins
I can feel my body hating me for torturing it like that
And there's nothing I can do
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