5 views
Confined Lives
Was it my midnight sorrow?
That kept you waiting here.
Was it the way I felt so hollow?
That kept you near.
Even if I left tomorrow,
Would I leave my head behind?
The question is still on the surface.
Will we spend our lives confined?
So I'll count my every breath,
As a blessing till the next.
I'm sick of losing people,
To the very same unnecessary evil;
That takes control of mine.
© BipolarPoet
That kept you waiting here.
Was it the way I felt so hollow?
That kept you near.
Even if I left tomorrow,
Would I leave my head behind?
The question is still on the surface.
Will we spend our lives confined?
So I'll count my every breath,
As a blessing till the next.
I'm sick of losing people,
To the very same unnecessary evil;
That takes control of mine.
© BipolarPoet
Related Stories
