Today I came upon myself
to find the hate buried deeply underneath
and only to discover that it was I
who thought such a thing took place.
To be alone gives self hold
and composes the mind to
hate inside and out.
It grows, spreads in corners sharp,
pins the inner eye into a trap of
harshness that is ever fearless.
To know and understand
what I feel about me
How I can lock the truth into place
and seal the key untill healed.
Free will only lies here
and brings sorrow to comfort
and comfort to dread.
Such things will flame at stake
and part with me the face that
stained me weak.
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Made by the threads of delight, the bear & the blanket were ever so tight.
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