My peace, somewhere it stays,
It is laced with a new shade,
I pray, because they say God saves,
I break, everyone needs a mental case,
Creased, freshly steamed, inhaling benzine
Harder, faster, a living breathing disaster,

As the crimson bleeds and citrine breaths,
The indigo brings about sapphire leads,

My stride is omnipresent, hesitant breaking ahead,
This life is shaken, stale hell of bloodshed,
Calm, this storm makes me, I should have been dead,
'Maybe, baby, but we are a little crazy,' I said,
I steal a little, it feels, it heals,
Sacrifice, the ultimate price, quite right,

Whirlwind of colors, branded like horror,
We grow more poor, as the paint streaks the corridor,

My clock ticks seconds, as I relive the moments,
I guess I was broken, I was even cold then,
It felt like part of me was taken, stolen,
Like a bright beacon, I lost the innocence of children,
Did it mean anything, watching, as I was leaving,
Walk on, what's done is done, the days are long...

Nice and deep....
I haven't read poetry like this since University....
Polysylabic use of words worked great for this reader!
Nice work

Nice and deep....
I haven't read poetry like this since University....
Polysyllabic use of words worked great for this reader!
Nice work

Is that a SONG?

Thanks, tophat, much appreciated mate!

Debbie, no, but it could work well as a song I just intended it as poetry.

Oh ok just wondering.................

You did it again ((Fear))

Thank you, Row and pkd. Much appreciated as always.

No no!
Go back! Go back!
It's still there in the middle-middle of your now.
For Jade and never be jaded.

Brilliant

Thank you both, always appreciate the reads. Never jaded, Abra, just a hole where my soul used to be.