Fill

My fill of this cup
Is over
At last

I feel

I feel the pain
I feel the chill
I feel my face
I feel my will
It’s just a strain
It’s just a phase
It’s just a hill
It’s just a lane

Basking in

Basking in the warmth
Basking in the glory
Till it’s stone cold

Minuscule

Little did I know
Little
Just little
The miniscule of my brain
Gathering grains
Of thoughts
And non sense

Dread

The sweet music
Seeping through me
Swaying smoothly
Awakening my soul
Dead in an instant
As the darkness exploded

Mask

Carefully covering it up
Masking everything
Away from the world
Away from their eyes

Anger

Anger
Seeping through
Killing my insides
Breaking me apart

Cryptic

Cryptic actions
In mysterious ways
None can decipher

Close

The picture is clear
I have a vision
No doubts now
I take a step
I march onward