I
Am
Lost
To the
Bleakest
Soundtrack
Of all I've heard
The soundtrack of
My fears, forgotten
Dreams, shipwrecked
Visions of whom I should
Have been by now. Time is
Nothing, to a mind like mine;
It implodes while I watch what
Were once my greatest loves turn
Into enemy forces. And when I think
It can't get any louder, a whisper on the
Precipice of my consciousness defies
The lawless madness in my soul. It
Swipes my lungs of their breath
And in silent rebellion dares it
To say, "you can handle this
As you've done so before."
I question the little voice
As it questions me too.
Can I come back? Is
It not too late? And
Still, the whisper
Insists, "you've
Always had
The power;
Awaken it.
Wield it.
And
Be
It."

© Jaz Rogers