Self Being
My dreams are real
Of my sins I repent
Regrets been spent
In years that never end
My thoughts are deep
Doubt they sow
Fear they reap
Tomorrow's revelry they keep
My heart is scared
Wounds that stitched each part
Pieces sown of threaded loom
My soul is mortal
Imperfections in flawed perfection
Paths taken with blind vision
Severed wings in collision
My own Mortal resolution
Hope a cloud on painted sky
Luminescent in distance of far
Life is strained with memories contained
My mortal life portrayed.
(Crow Cries)
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