Discretion

Nothing wrong with talking

 

Its

The quaking and shaking

That exposed your lies

No bedtime stories

 

Your cutting into my gravy

 

Keep working the streets

Pounding your feet

Wondering when

You will hear your song

 

Phantoms on the rope

Battling thoughts within

Drifting in the wind

Awake

 

Hoping to kill no one

 

Needing

A mentor

Or a wizard king

Casting epic infinity of solutions

 

Ending

In a pit of sorrows

Living for tomorrow

 

Remembering to listen

Wanting for answers

Less questions