My Hiding Place

Posted on April 5, 2014 | 3 Comments

All I can give are these few words written here
Uncovering part of my life hoping to clear
Being left behind wrestling with my old fears
The same unspoken problems behind my tears

No molds or experience just an empty void
Tripping over my cold darkened thoughts yet a boy
Being held backward or worst yet pushed through destroyed
Reliving parts of my life no longer being toyed

The mirrored web cracked splintering some of my sins
While I tip toe on eggshells, needles and pins
Hoping today the rest of my life begins
Opening the locked doors that are held tight within

© 2014 Michael Yost 04/05

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3 responses to “My Hiding Place”

  2. booguloo | April 11, 2014 at 4:13 PM |

    Thanks Millie.. it’s good to see you too.

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