I've climbed so high,
Now is the long clothes flutter,
A long drive, hoping that the waters below,
Are just deep enough to catch me,
I'll paddle along all the heavyweight of the shawl I wear,
Wear myself down until I choke,
Hoping that the under fed skeletons underneath will know,
That down falling into the shadows below water,
The ones that scream far into the night.
And I can't stand it,
My heart lays down there,
Am I getting through to you in my fall,
Those shadows in the breakdown of rocks below,
And I'm almost in love with the sound of the fall,
When will the wieghted down underfed and shawled fall.
Here I am crying through the battle cry,
Funny to think that this time they won't be dead to watch me through it.
Oh so why don't you understand,
That I've settled my home in you,
The distant young boy,
That doesn't want love,
Knowing that he's already thrown overboard,
And he don't need a thing from me,
Spend so long he's learned how to breathe,
Isn't it sad I'm so comfortable,
Choking in momentarily waving flags of my fall.
- Joshua Banks JJAJ
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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
