| The Little Voice
The little voice has been silent now
for sometime
The hatches have been battened,
the sails drawn in.
The sea is making its fury,
the storm is making its story
and shelter has been taken.
I want the sun and if only
will could make it so,
I am willing.
I want the sun so bad,
and the air and light wind
and the comfort of fresh breath
I'm tired of breathing the old air
of my ghosts of habit
I need to break free.
I will destroy this ship and prove
that if there is no ship,
there must be sun.
If there is nothing to hide in
there is nothing to hide from.
I won't feed monsters bread
by Bre Pettis |
