Autumn brings rebirth of death, but no one will ever see, that misery grows within my soul, not knowing what should really be, and the voices call unto you... My heart is ablaze with emotions, but for who I do not know, I believe for my angel of mercy, but is this the end of the show, and the voices call unto you... Into the desert my weary soul goes, to seek out the answers of time, but where do I search for the truth, when all I find are mirages of rhyme, and the voice call unto you... Left out at sea without a boat, drowning in emotions that backfire, when nothing is left in my heart, you will remain my only desire, and I call unto you ...Birth sign: Aries
You need to log in to edit this poem if it is yours.
View more poems by Chris Sheffler.