Topic: the artist within?
new poem... check it out!
my head binds,
twisted in lies,
deceives me in time.
promises were, always and should never be.
promises are all but fondled and broken.
ringing in the hall,
for me to run to and fall,
i have always been blind.
a lovers trip did pay the toll and how.
a lovers heart decayed in mold, sour and cold.
lost in a haze,
foolish and amazed,
the crowd chants and then fades.
a heart to a still born life in a shallow man.
a heart left to bleed out, drained and blow away with the sand.
- the blind mans insight
lack of control by no one in particular
at 10:36 PM PDT
