You follow me.. in darkest thoughts.

What might have been…. where you might be.

I search in vain.. but only find

A door without a key.

My mind is but a torment,

The memory of a past..

I balance on a bitter edge,

Of shards of broken glass.

In struggle with the coming day..

I cannot find release…

My soul is torn…my mind ablaze,

From fear there is no peace.

One day, I hope to find a path,

That was always meant for me,

Then perhaps this chaos in my mind,

Will finally be at ease.

-Antony King ©2016




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