dutch123

Spot light inside:
Dimming, decaying, dread.
Light me up,
put me on stage.
Displayed, with nowhere to hide.
Sputtering fear, fallen from flaw.
Safety falls.
Nothing to cusion
this lonely heart,
with lonely thoughts,
and lonely dreams.
Lit up now, for the world to decide.
Blinded by the light,
Muted by the fear,
Searching for the words I've been speaking for years.
Trapped and silenced,
in this prision of skin,
condemmed to manifest and cirrculate within.
The whirlpool effect of sucking dread,
distorts my head,
blurs a vision,
flushes my clarity right out of my heart,
straight out of my soul,
and finally finds form in the silent scream of daily void.
Daily decomposure.
Wasting away.
The prime of my life,
my most golden of years,
rusted and tarnished,
dulled by my fears.

~ a little bit of personal contemplation......
some days are better than others.......

Take care.
~J