Tears tearing up another mask, one of one too many
fears still creeping near, ghoststories in mid-day´s glow
lost
sacred seals cover the depths of me, -
not to touch until death threatens
unbelievable lies to that day represent truth, doubts wisdom
days pass, more than a past, less than a future
All stays, never goes, all is, letting us be, one & only
more than seen, ever heard, always known
seek, never find; search, get lost; run, forget how to stop
Look inwards, grow
Look, a blink of an eye facing eternity first, end of the road
a raindrop flows from forehead to nose
rises a storm, wiping dams & fleas
Eradication of lairs of lies wave away, whirling, curling
Eyes on the banks, enjoying the scenery,
beat is the glimmer, Sun is the heart
- this is Something from the past. Just felt like adding it.
Link: the first line means to me these days... the constant fear of dispraise, disapproval and blame in the voices of those I look up to - this is a legacy of my past, years of school violence. I have come this far to tell, that these are ghosts and the dark is gone.
So.. that was a hint about my person, a bit of the teller´s tale.
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