I Don’t to wait for another cup of bitterness, I am numbing myself now so later all I will feel will be relief. Relief of having had escaped your brambled embrace. It pierces through my arms, my chest and blood gathers in my mouth and my face
I have escaped with my tears tonight and I have side stepped my fears and if tomorrow comes with scars of midnight I wont have any recollection. The moon remembers for it was watching but worry not I for the tongue of heavenly bodies has become foreign to me.
I am woken up by the sun stinging my forehead and exposing the dried up tears tracking down my face. My yesterdays forever laces and buried in my subconscious and the discomfort misplaced, I am alright.
Ceaser Mata
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