What is that you've done to me?What is this place you've driven me?It's from you hand pain sting my eyes,Can't you see?Don't you know you are me,And simply I keep taking you away from home,And oh yes I can see,But was it really me or that fact they can't seem to remember me?Or maybe even the fact half the time you can't even admit it's me.After so long without a home,Why do you take this from us?Don't you value it?Don't turn this around on me,I know I've never been brave,And they cannot seem remember my quiet whispers.Oh how I wish I did,But there we sit all alone,Knowing after this one we'll never again have a home,A pair of arms that opened,And eyes that diverted,Wishing that somehow they didn't take so much pain,Say you're not brave after the miles we've traveled,Don't you know my rumble isn't the only thing that's grown louder.But as the silence dissipates,And we both continue to grow so loud,I cannot tell if it is you or if it is me.The distances make no difference dead do they? Do they?Why of course they do don't you know,If you die I'll go on thriving too.-Joshua Banks
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When Sanity is Lost
PoetryAnd I just couldn't stop, before I knew it I was picking the pen up again. My second book in process this is soon to begin editing once my last one is done. As always hope you enjoy and find my insta @these.are.true.feelings
