Atop a sea of fear and frustration
Towards the day when I will go under
Inside the guilt from my reputation
Below me rests a place of blunder
After my day from before this mess
Given why me, why now, might I ask
Except all I can do now is hope for the best
Before, all I thought as really just a mask
Aside was tossed my dreams for tomorrow
Above and gone was all that mattered
Below me reality now pictured filled with sorrow
Within I was strong, but now im just tattered
Next is tomorrow, I now await my death
Down I will plead, for inocence, for alibi
Except I have no defence, and then my last breath
Given that I've done no wrong, why now my last goodbye?
This is a very pretty congregation of words. It's eay to see their is a lot of sincerity and meaning to this. However, if feels young, paved woth emotion, nd incomplete. I get the feeling that the edges of the "mess" and true messyness of your life are still present. Maybe fading slowly... bit it's shadow stole very important ground and lingers. I hope for a second third or even a forth/fivth or more of a follow up as our Adventuress goes on, and will surely have a peachy triumph. Good luck young girl,your whole life is ahead of you.
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