Thoughts
Pain is a dark place Hurt is a damaged road Relief is a far cry from light Lonesomeness is a shallow pit of sanity The more you’re alone, the more you think The more you think, the more you feel Feeling is a double sided sword for a gift of sense Sometimes a joy, other times a burden. We are only born with two shoulders and one back bone, A lot can be conceded, depends on the strength of will But, no matter how strong a will, it has limits. Limits only exist because we think, Thoughts continuously challenging themselves within minds, Digging deep burrows of doubts and views. Consciousness is a dark world. Clear consciousness provides an illusion of a clean slate, A dream of better roads and light filled tunnels, Of possibilities to feeling the early morning sun kiss the skin.
