Poems from Brybeary18
Night.
A living death.
In my chest and
In my head.
Unconcious,
I lay in wake.
Sifting through my dreams
Until you arrive.
I don't know...
Here we are going
Down an ever familiar road,
To only find
It's not the same at all.
It used to be
Something different
But I guess things...
With every dragging week
My body is broken by
the truth you think
You seek.
With every brick-like day
I stutter and search
For words
To say...
Coasting down the mountain side
Silent on this snake-like ride
Slippery roads make
For tretchorous trails
- Looks like someone
Missed...
Buried —
Mixed with Earth.
It's hard to remember
What this is all worth.
But the price we pay
For a cheery day
Comes at the cost of life...