The unacceptable
Emotional and deadly
I march towards war unsteady
I was Never ready
with my guns a bay
Stuck in the corner of my mind.
time just seems slip away..
I am so lost in these days astray.
Its too a dead god i pray ..
So here i lay ...
injured on the holy frey .
My blood has spilled
Ive been killed
And with All Wounds open..
Broken thoughts and shatter glass
Conjured reflections of the past
I am assuming ...
that nothing was meant to last
With Wide eyes glued up towards the sky
Such is thee
Is to ask
Did you ever really love me ?
Our Dead doves and broken homes
Are drowning beneath me
Its tommorows sorrow in a open sea
The sirens are Calling out to me
Pulling me
Killing me about
What is to be....
inevitably eventually .
JLC# poetry












