Barbara DiLorenzo-McCormick

Stolen Soul

Stolen soul,
Wreckless heart,
Awake before,
Sleep could start,
Staring into the back,
Of each eyelid,
Where rest, grey matter,
Has abandoned and forbid,
At the mercy of time,
Nothing but minutes go by,
Empty confused,
Without Gods reply,
Open wounds continue,
To bleed,
Hold onto the insides,
To calm the need,
A temporary fix,
Camoulfage sanity,
Careful not to dream,
Dangling by the thread of reality.................BAD-Mc.<3