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Random Musings

Time slips through my fingers
Fading into the horizon
I grow older and more mature
With each passing day
But I am scared
Scared of what fruit
The tree of my life may bare
Seeds of doubt
Are planted within my soil
I find myself second-guessing
My recent and past decisions
Do I truly know what is best for me?
I’m not afraid of life
But of myself
And of the choices I may or may not make
I am but a pawn
Beneath the God’s feet
Being played over and over again
Agony shoots through my veins
Like an undesired drug
Numbing any emotion I would be feeling
Proving how much of a pawn I am
Until I am nothing but a shadow of myself
A shadow that dies at night
When it remembers the pain
A shadow that does not truly exist in spirit
Just body

(2013)

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