Void

Corey Lynn

The Void

How do I create a masterpiece with this?
These half lived dreams of
long drawn out pauses
separating my story.
I spit out these words to impress you,
to impress me.
Scattered lines spray my pages,
and I am still not satisfied.

I will serenade you in the dark.
I will pick up these pieces and arrange them in time,
with my constant need to rhyme.
While the inconsistent flow of time
clutters up my mind.

Strong words do not phase me.
They play into this dark mood.
An incoherent scene,
with the juggler throwing knives
in the middle of the circus dream.

With so many voices speaking at once,
it is impossible to hear just one.
With a plague of religion,
I am set aside.
One of the unbelievers
standing on the line.

And the sermon does not speak to me,
with a void where my faith should be.
I do not lie,
I have lived the definition of sin,
collapsed in the corner,
waiting for repercussions.

Do you see my imperfection?
Is my humanity bleeding through?
Dressed in clothes….in armor
weighing heavy on my bones?

I could go on forever
in this apocalyptic scene
where the righteous few are
raised to life,
and I am left behind.

I will not speak out
with divine revelations.
I will bow my head, invisible
as I steal a bit of truth from my soul.
And I walk to the other side of the street


afraid to speak.

Rjonesrm20

i like.

ClutchTheDawn

i like this too, good job

deadnote

i liked reading this

Corey Lynn

Thank you

writersu

so good.