Treasure Island

Gypsy Boy Varey


Absolution


Shadows in the dark
Pressing down on me
Extinguishing the spark
Of my humanity

Too much time on my hands
Too much time to think
Too many half-baked plans
Too much time on the brink

To long upon the edge
Of the blade of the knife
Standing upon the ledge
Witness to shattered life

Tired of persecution
Been suffering too long
Seeking the solution
To put right what is wrong

Needing absolution
From shadows in the dark
From mental destitution
And life barren and stark



(c) varey 2013

Submitted: Saturday, August 24, 2013
Edited: Monday, August 26, 2013

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  • Valerie Dohren (8/24/2013 5:39:00 PM)

    Brilliant - especially like the first stanza. I think we all feel like this at some point in our life, very well penned. (Report) Reply

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