What is safety
Is it feeling safe
Secure
I want to feel safe
Home
But do I really
Why not let them come
Inside my sanctuary
Inside my mind
Feed off my fears,
My hopes and dreams
My sadness and horrors
They say have strength
I don’t recognize that word anymore
Rough terrain
Overtaking my steps
Every direction I go
While I lie down on a bed of nails
Each night
Awaiting for them to pierce my fragile and tired skin
Until morning comes
Transfusing its life into me once again.
Only to hope for another torturing night
My doomed future
My sweet dispair
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