That surrounds me
No trust
Only that feeling of goodbye
Grasping tightly to hold on
But my mind
And my hands
Are covered with the grease
Of insecurity
I lose my grip and slip
Right through
And fall back into
The same old hole
Disillusioned by my
Expectations
Created in the dark corner
Of my youth
Deep in the phantoms
Of my memories
My release
My only way out
Is the fantasy world
Of writing
Poems and promises
Words...
My words set me free
Forever writing
Forever dreaming
