Escaping from that detrimental thing which is my mind
Leaving behind trails of forgotten sentiments,
Traces of the big picture.
Nothing brighter than searching
Through the blackness of night and finding self.
Self secluded behind thoughts
Of one way grief.
You know the way feelings
Arise out of pitiful parties
Plastered with flickering lights.
Sadly I grew to realize that
These began to be places I liked.
Sitting, watching, soaking;
Sorrow displayed on morning
Routines that won’t matter.
Why is this pleasant?
Premeditated self inflicted wounds
That wound even innocent bystanders
Patiently waiting for a fair diagnosis.
Only one who knows this,
God sees hidden sorrow
Being burried by hidden gems
But don’t cry for me;
Applaud to the fact that i’ve
Seen what sorrow looked like
That I’ve come from torn
Clothes camouflaged in society’s regime
I mean my mistakes are pilled high
Yet low enough to be forgiven.
Scoffed at by the audience.
Just know I’ve went through,
Seen fear ahead and went to
To and fro until pride is all
I had left to let go.
There goes the hesitation
There goes caution
Costing moments never to be earned
But this interest of worth
Weighed in with love is richer than silver and gold.
Weakness aside, desires tied.
Looking out through my windows
Sounding as peace in each glimpse.