Footprints of yesterdays men remain in our present hearts, until even we are forgotten. So many dreams that we have sought, but how many have come back to us? An unhealthy glow, caused by a lack of will, lack of care, and lack of understanding. I don't need to be shown what I'm missing, I already know my flaws. The biggest part of me digging deep and echoing out into the halls. Can't stop coughing out reasons and excuses and ways not to show you why The quiet guy just doesn't feel happy being quiet and shy anymore. This pen cap bears the brunt of my inner-most worries and doubts. My mind holds the scars of passing up life and sitting by in the loud spaces. Sometimes overbearing thoughts and great notions are over looked for a safer hell. And believing it's just as well, we hide away from the daylight hours. I want my wings to sprout, I want my lungs to shout, I want to be free from my darker self and my indecisive behaviour. Where's my saviour? Hiding in the cloudiness of my mind.
Beautiful. It sums up how I feel a lot of the time, but I find it hard to express things in words that flow as fluent as your poem. =)
