In my chair siting,

Some where in between now and later,

With much time on my hands,

Not looked a pond with great favor

All alone I bury my self in words and numbers

Holding on to next to nothing,

I slumber,

I slumber,

Its a short rest,

Coming back from the dream,

going back to my pennies and knives

I remind my self,

I still matter,

I am still alive,

With all my scars In inside,

This is the place where i reside

Keeping the shadows from the the surface

They come to me,

When I am lone,

from the darkest corner of existence,

Fear is there presence,

I feel it,

I see it,

Just a glace,

And Image is gone,

going back to my pennies and knives,


I remind my self,

I still matter,

I am still alive,

With all my scars In inside,

This is the place where i reside

In my chair siting,

Some where in between now and later,

With much time on my hands,

Not looked a pond with great favor,

All alone I bury my self in words and numbers,

Holding on to next to nothing,

I slumber,

I slumber,

Its a short rest,

Coming back from the dream,

going back to my pennies and knives

I remind my self,

I still matter,

I am still alive,

With all my scars In inside,

This is the place where i reside,

Keeping the shadows from the the surface,
-Pennies and Knives-



They come to me,

When I am lone,

from the darkest corner of existence,

Fear is there presence,

I feel it,

I see it,

Just a glace,

Fear is a dance,

going back to my pennies and knives,

I am still alive,

Heartfelt...

Welcome Q man Fabulous, reads like a song!

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Nice write. Welcome to mingle and the writing forum. :)