I’m submitting one of my poems to get published. I was working on one special but my mind is having a bit of writers block so I found one of my old ones and it’s called….
OUR VOID
I wish i could hold onto this dream some more
Wishing i could avoid it all
Leaving behind what i once adore
Never to turn back to this
Only wanting to be gone forever
Or so you would with a kiss
This distance was only with a payment
Situated our understandings
Congregated our philosophies
Define beneath the shadows of our stars
Letting the blade slip to the floor
and filling the world we now call mars
We are seeking something more
Dragging our knuckles on the floor
The dirt is in our blood
Our faith is in the night
Embracing the twilight like a flood
We will never know what we hold
But we will never give it up
We are not soldiers but we are bold
Our words are something more than you
I would tell what we are
But i know you will never take it to be true
Your eyes
True blissful blue
But words define your actions
We took curiousity
Within your notations
Only to find something amongst us
Something we’re craving for
Something we now adore
True bliss to this poetry
Our words
is purgatory.
Leave me some opinions
Sincerely,
Spooky McGee (c)
