I stand up tonight
to an ebony galaxy,
a sky full of twilight stars,
while I am here confined to my
cognitive scars , my memories are
my self imposed bars.
I am looking for reasons
that give meaning to the
last 13 years that my life , like
Fall was in season.
I push through the murky surface
and watch those dreams
slip down the time stream ,
into the enveloping cold
beneath.
Grief like
gravity`s reach
pulling me rapidly through
the ripples.
I am searching for the sorrow
under suppression
in a deep depression
hidden in the hollow part of me.
The time is now to release this
negative obsession,
the bereaved , funeral procession.
I `ll give it back to you ,
the agony that comes with the rain ,
Sober and stained by the life
you
left
me holding
the pain
without the
chain
of commitment.
I am turning my back
leaving behind my self imposed bars,
drifting alone under sapphire skies.
The next time I`ll see " you " , through the disguise.
I`ll see the past through tomorrows eyes.
-SinisterBeast72