Battles

 

 

What battles will I face today
When the world turns away
And even my soul feels me wrong
And I’m gone
The wind is the vessel I wonder
Wonder on

My lips feel soft in the chilly breeze
I can’t help but think you’re not listening
You don’t hear what I say when I speak
Are my words too long or my voice too soft?
Is it too hard to decipher when I 'm drunk 
And I rage on about how the government’s a joke 
Aliens are real, not just a hoax
They’re doing us wrong

I might not be right
But I like to think I am
You understand

Days go by quicker than I dare say
Everything keeps changing
Why can’t they stay the same?

There are voices in my head
Saying crazy things
I want to tell you what they’re saying but I’m not
You might think me insane
But I’m not
Just depraved

There’s a pile of children at my feet
I’m feeling the stress
I just blank out and I guess 
It’s for the best

When you look into my eyes 
Do you see the fire burning at every peak?
Then you don’t see me.


By Amanda M. Burns

© Amanda Saylor nee Burns. All rights reserved