Emotion Dough

Emotions always rise

Ongoing Funeral Service

Given then taken

Fixed then broken

Close then far

Seeing what I will do when left alone.


Drive in me

Rolling eyes

Shaking head

Disappointed as my eyes don’t discern anything.


Waiting for

Any guidance

Radio static

Quite embarrassed exposed in this silent storm.


Will I throw my hands up and quit

Go back to ignore signs I’ve seen

Making out with misery under a blanket of scorpions

Die in vain.


Training camp

Killing me

Old things

Dying away I almost hate my tears.


Showing me

Outside as nothing

About to lose


To find I only need one name

To find resurrection after dying in these flames

The old man in me dead making room for change.


I should be happy

Full of joy

All I have to do is die

Get over myself


Anything left of Edmond to really survive.

What are you thinking about after reading this?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

About Me

More about me soon. Thanks for reading and sharing.


%d bloggers like this: