A dark forest. The canopy is so thick, rain barely penetrates. The scents of trees and foliage surround And caress the senses.
By Brianna Lynn Galligan4 years ago in Poets
I am trying to escape my mind’s focusing energy Which penetrates my strongest barriers Against the feelings that rip And tear at my fragile composition.
Forget me not, forget me still. Tomorrow I can count the days. The little burdens pushing pills That slow and melt your soul away.
And as Apollo continues to draw his chariot across the sky, So does the deep purple night blanket the clouds , Amid a crescent moon.
As the dusk passes over with night’s frozen kiss , As endless lost memories dissolve in a mist , As hands go on ticking and making their lists,
In the quiet winter snow While all the world is sleeping, I’ll stare at dust and wander lost In warm memories I am keeping.
The times grow harder still today For, from my mind you will not stray. I try to move and carry on And all I hear is the same old song.
How quickly now to place the blame, While the person remains the same , As wishes fall to placid Dane That kill the kind morality.
I wish I could see you smile again . Hear your whisper in my ear. A shadow of memory haunts me at night And in dreams, you still are near.
How slowly now the thoughts progress . As images dwindle. As tepid visions of decisions made And never fixed. Years seem an eternity ,
Echoes increasing and piercing the mind , Giving us hopes that before made us blind, Of jewels and wishes we dreamt just to find
Grappling with stolen images, I awake to find the dark. The night owl’s flight sounds boisterously in my ears And my head screams with the pounding of blood