This is Not a Note

This is Not a Note

This is a scream

as I’ve heard you calling

without the wind through four walls

alluring appeal of aspiration

I’m in trouble

a similar struggle

voluptuous misunderstanding

actuality squeezes me so

In absence of your trust

confined in my confidence

without ulterior guidance

entangled meaning rots away

A wolfs dying cry

an arrow stuck in time

howling through its vein

no stars to hear the name

Bright beginnings leading

illuminated hands gripping

Shadow of sinful corridors

end up in smokeless ash

Plenty Plans and planets

have aligned for I

yet spit in spite and hide

the price they ask in full

bridge of power now extended

how could we walk unknown

fear of losing everything

we’ve cast away and thrown

Answers are in there

yeaning lifelong questions

closer looked than prying eyes

runaway interpretation

If you know

then you know me,

we are the same

you and I

So lets just beat

around the bush?

and water leaves

that leave and die?

I'm sick in my surroundings

it’s not your fault I know

design adapt to grow

reflection of my mind

the version of myself

that sits among the stars

we pinned it down to evil

that frame of being ours

sorrow burns it’s brightest

when friendly ghosts appear

whispering jokes inside my fear

darkness only I can hear

Story wrapped in cadence

like a present should

in future form inglorious

I’ve finally had my sook

hoping can empower

embrace indifference still

empathize a triangle

bring ladders for the hills

smile through the darkness

we now eclipse our fun

only when we come to know

there is no single one