No longer willing to remain quiet
Or quell this every growing roit
Deep down this foundation
Crumbling beneath the frustration
Those whom consume my sanity
Constantly burying me in their vanity
Draining every ounce of feeling
Yet I’m still there and willing
My words are welcomed in
But lost again and again
Then looking straight through
Like a distant memory they once knew
This very fate I’ve met
I’ll just forgive and forget
We all have these demons we’re fighting
Clawing, ripping, and bitting
Paralyzed by torture and plague
Day after day we plead and beg
Praying for sweet sincerity
Yet, fall into solidarity
Broken, beaten, and scared
An internal conflict left impaired
We create that which we fear
Clouding what should be so clear
These sins that bar our path
Forcing us to face torments’ wrath
Maybe it hurts to move
But we’ve all something to prove
Maybe it seems implausible
But nothing, nothing is impossible
Two simple colours
Outside,
lustrous and vibrate
Admired so immensely
But inside,
Dulled and withering
Fearing the animosity of loneliness
Dreaming of sweet compassion
Just to imagine
A moment’s euphoria
Blended ever so beautifully
Of pure fascination
Like crystallized fantasy
Awaiting realization
Seeking their harmonisation
To collide side by side
As two simple colours run
They wake as one
Note: Written and inspired by someone whose colour runs together with mine.
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