Literature
Rise Above
I can feel the bitter sting of another day spent wasted dwelling on what has gone,
Teased and tormented by the tragedies that seem to linger on too long,
I look out into the shadows left behind me,
Stare into the darkness and see the demons yet to find me,
And cry out to the sky, why did it all go so very wrong?
I stare into a candles flickering flame and dream of prayers and ancient spells,
Cursing, begging, pleading to unseen spirits to deliver me from my hell,
My eyes are trapped inside the dancing shadows,
Instead of focusing on the flames ebbs and flows,
The haunting doubts linger on, the fears I just can't seem to quell.
Every kiss co