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Under the expanding Umbra do I lay,

My fruitful seeds never to become

More than bitter lamentation,

Forcing regret of the past.

 

Unable am I to discover an escape from the

Greedy Umbra

Consuming the sweetest of my dreams and

Pressuring my mind into reality.

 

Unsettling my disposition,

Disallowing surreal perception,

The Umbra seeks out every corner,

Determined to condense my mind into mere corporeality.

 

Impartial to love,

Impervious to guilt,

And preventing my body from entering into desirable incorporeality

Does the Umbra of his hand repress my dreams.

 

His oppressive strength will

Deny my seeds nutrition,

Poison my hope with fear,

Until I submit to the reality of reality

And become one of many minds,

Dead by inaction,

Hiding within the Umbra.

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i wonder if i could put i poem of my own on here if you dont mind

 

i walk in the wind of the cool breeze of the air

i step on a leaf and it crackles in the air

as i pick up the leave i smell the air

i look down as i see that people dont care

i look down in my soule only to see

the things i been through the things you will never see

i seen war at home war every where

i might be a citizen but i have been to war

my own war at home

as i look outside i see a house

i walk inside and i see the mouse

i look in its eyes and see the pain

of the family it had eatin by a snake

i feel for its pain as i was taken away

from my monther

to live with my grandpa

is where my horroir began

i see the things that you will never see

i will live the things you will never live

i have a disorder that you shall ar may not ever have

i suffer from ptsd just because of what they did

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