Submissions by berylyssimo

The silence feels like its mocking me,
when the wind blows so does my sanity build,
roots of evil die as slow as life is,
I look up to the sky
God my protector, He warms my heart.

The silence feels like its mocking me,
Thoughts of inferiority couldnt fit in my demographic,
joy eludes to mortified pain.
I stay immersed in excruciating agony,
trapped in my nature ,pushed to face the unbelievable
forgive me Lord.

The silence feels like its mocking me,
the ruins of promptness,
a rollercoaster of your essence...