Ambers red,
midnight left for dead.
Things left and unsaid.
My hearts gripped in thorn
I'm at a place I don't belong
I see the hurt they cause
I shouldn't be here for long.
My hearts at ease alone
I fear my presents shall be gone.
all on my own
throwing pebbles in waters unknown.
I'm a traveller in my mind
Conversations differ in time.

I'm on moving platform called inner peace & searching in the distance for relative times to increase.

My time is limited by the
past mistakes they bring up.
I'm loosing moral and pouring this into the wrong cup.

&

It's me again sipping
off the pain I heard yesterday.
notes in my mind and the things I would change today.

I'm an outsider to a house I once called home.
I've lost track on these things gone cold.

I've become a developer
my heart runs it own software.
it's independence is created on people who don't care
Call me lonely and boring
this is the speed that I'm going.

I'm enjoying the touches of finger prints on my car wiping them thinking they aren't that far.

People will come one day when they don't know me
offer me conversations now that I'm someone they can't believe to be.
I'm still filled with anxiety
it's the things people don't say around me.
I'm constantly filled in thoughts or pressured in loops i caught.

I don't pay attention to the noise
just sit in spirit and song
one day all these things will be gone.

© A Whisper from