Born without choice
ironic
the unknown fear
hidden
the depth of life
reality seldom realised
walking the dead.
Each green mile
subconsciously
eaten
youth
day
by
month
by
year.
I cry one billion tears
unknown to my consciousness
as the clock beckons with it's etched face,
each finger glides
wags
never weary
guiding our way to darkness.
I need to take the slow path
as each line appears
never fade,
they crawl across mankind
as the quick path beckons
with demons of excess
the price of life?
Death.
© 2008 Michaela James.
A journey into the depths of my heart, mind and soul. "From my heart a single tear hangs low..." {Pink Raven}
09/05/2008
'Myself & I.'
'Myself & I.'
You toss and
turn
crumpled
unlike a blank page,
creases permanent.
Can you hear me?
the taunts that wake you.
Can you see me?
the shadows that lash your bed.
Can you feel me?
the footsteps you imagine
real.
I am hidden within the mind's riddle
darker than night,
reaching each corner,
grasping at your purgatory
licking the flames of
sympathy's hand held empathy-
the child-like figure
peering thro' the frosted window
pleading for
the deep sleep-
until then
I'll circle your being
devour your life,
drown your dreams.
© 2008 Michaela James.
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