In my head
A thousand words flow,
Some speak with truth
Some laced with dread
And some are drenched in fear
In them I drown.
From all I write
My words are but a tapestry,
A shroud drenched in mystery
If all I do is write
Then where is my muse
A question for all who seek.
Some melodies are born
Some are lived,
My head is filled with thoughts
But in this distraction, we call earth
Where is my quiet
Where is the silence I once knew?
From afar I hear the call
The call to be a beacon,
But how far away have I turned
How far away is my soul from safety
How do I know when far away I can get.
In this heart
Beauty struggles with darkness,
I am mortal through and through
If my heart is cold, where do I stand
Human nature is no excuse for my wrong.
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