The Totality Of Things
Things are not guard by far due to waste descends among all persons.
It's the being in of all places sinking waiting for change.
I am for strange to think when any of it all will still end considered
beyond human control.
That did happen the same humans are does by this theatrical part shown.
This is like a relapse peace then disruption chaos to nothing
effective at the end.
Its cutting the souls sharpness being exposed
of my unclean flesh the pain escape.
I feel nothing that's the pain in suffering from a faith do it
not believe something harmful.
I yes on certain days the misfortune unfavorable turn of events stay
in my distress because of world dismay.
These are the things that scrape freeze bleed my sanity gone the ground
all lost not found beneath even without sound echo.
It's through the streets unbound by them.
I will not hear when these Christians speak not listen to such belief human.
I'm stealthy pursuing sacred dreams over my cope for love
could this be?
For me and my poetry possibly to salvage tranquility together us.
This is about my safe to hide to what?
I say never to compromise my guidelines that in anyway form.
I speak or write or in written as on in a pinch little light
this page it lay on the stage.
The continued for my discern today while sleeping,
can't wait to take a nap.
I'm asleep from night so right I am to the time
in everything to great be mine but never misplaced.
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