Worn by the
Chaotic thoughts in my head,
Badgering me painful,
Making me dead.
Tears mingle softly,
With the silence of night,
Taking my vision,
Blurring my sight.
Stars shining brightly,
Like candles in the sky,
Melting my heart,
Soon it will die.
Like how flowers are sweet,
But quickly wilt away,
It takes me so forcefully,
Afraid I can’t stay.
The morning light shines,
While waking the soul,
Something is blocking it,
Blackness like coal.
I begin to follow quietly,
Drowning to quick.
Mangled like visions,
Are making me sick.
The image of you,
Pops into my head.
Voices of reason,
Of things that were said.

Voices of Reason.
By NyGirl