Satisfaction without any reaction,
Silent words without any caption,
Always tense with no relaxation,
Just look at this creation and not the devastation,
What road bumps will I be facing?
My heart drops to my stomach and racing,
The opposite of my parents is what I'm chasing,,
So I'm pacing back and forth,
I point north and light the torch,
There is no going back it is all going forward,
I'm sick in the head all I see is red,
Bloodshed covers the covers and I'm dead,
Death stares inmy soul in my bed,
Evil surrounds the words of the unsaid,
These words are memoirs of the last words I read.
© 2018 Tommy Hall
Mark Tulin from Palm Springs, California on November 17, 2018:
Profound, and haunting.