Day 2- 30 for 30 (National Poetry Month)

2:34 am Insomniac moments



Blindly

I listen to the conversations in my head

Loudly they scream

Silently they say

It is all an illusion

A façade of false

A pretense of pretend

A lot like love…

But I know that

Or at least I thought I knew that

Because



Blindly

I listen to the conversations in my head

The louder they scream

The more my conscious hears

This is the truth

Wrapped up in the words

That are the reality

Of this heart...

But I know that

Or at least I thought I knew that

Because



Blindly

I listen to the conversations in my head

That are guiding my heart

Into this dangerous place

That I can’t trust or fathom...

And I can’t concede or believe

Deliberately…

But I know that

Or at least I thought I knew that

Because



Blindly

I listen to the conversations in my head

Battling for control of my mind

Leaving my thoughts tainted

This spirit be damned

My soul shattered

My core corrupted

Peace will never be with me

And I can see that…

Because...