Gentle Chaos
Written By: Elz-Eye
As the wind blows I sit amongst a gentle stillness…
Brain backfiring, a fragile mental illness…
Holding back anger where tears would only spill it…
Poetry in motion should anybody film this…
A world where shades of gray paint hell itself…
In a beautiful fashion, a subtlety to what I’ve felt…
I simply wish to rid the insanity I’ve been dealt…
Rid myself the issue with the pistol on the shelf…
The stars no longer mesmerize my minds eye…
They’re too busy contemplating this reality defined lie…
What’s real and what’s fake, it walks a fine line…
An as time flies the blending of the two becomes fine…
A gentle chaos to throw my head upon the pavement…
Trap my statements sell them an send them all away quick…
My words all unwillingly drift away upon its slave ship…
With my poetry to be forgotten on the same trip…
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