Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Dungeon

Here I am at the door 
No ones there 
I'm scattered left remaining 

Tasseled hair 
Maybe it's meant to be 
Left alone 
Hand grasping air 

Butterfly bandaid 
Hiding yesterday 

No one looking back at her 
There's a time and a place 
But the clock never seems to be pointing 
In her direction 

What does it take 
To start over 
Do you see me 

Like holes 
In black sky's 
Feel me breathe in you tonight 

Here I am at the door
No ones there 
I'm scattered left remaining