today
I find myself
In the afternoon i am passing
Just another day
Of racing thoughts of
Yesterday and today and
Too many tomorrow's
Feeling kinda broken
I think I still
Feel allot cofused and lost
In this momentum
The silence forms
My cold and shivering
Ludicy
While deep
Into the mist of my thoughts
I found this burning ember
Deep inside my soul
It seems that my hands
Don't possess a face but
My face Can see inside You
I take your worst of offerings
and leave you in fear
No fears of yesterday
As today I can still hear you talking
From inside me But tomorrow
No sun may rise
Deep into my woods you go
As my spirit takes us across the page
And a long journey Awaits
To the Poet ! You are the puppet
Dancing on a Dim lit stage
Without music and you no
Your gonna dye ! But
You don't no how or when
Somewhere in the darkest corner
Of my soul i leave you on the dimlit stage
Dancing
Without music my dimented angry spirit cries out and waits
To take you to
Your sanction
It could be You
Dancing ! on that stage
Walking from the waters of deceit
But in a moments thought
I've turned the page
And leave you wandering
What happened to them.
To protect the poets face
They rest in peace with him
Each and everyday
That passes is another day
Of that voice that sets you
Onward to leave your peace
I n the hands of your
Souls confident
Even though every story
Should have a ending
Some may say it all works
Out better that way
In the End !
xo Sandman 20
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