Gray Area

I’m hoping my intuition will tell me if I got it wrong or right.

My faith is broken.

My heart is hardened,

I find myself unable to pardon a soul for even the tiniest of sins.

I’m a hypocrite because I need my own wrongdoings wiped away.

“How ironic,” The devil whispers in my ear, pure amusement in his tone.

-N

Night Winds

My mind is drifting in and out.

Cool air and warm nights do something to me.

Moon, come and save me from this mental sea.

-N

The night was dark,

and I tried to ignore the longing.

The voice whispering in my ear keeping the angel at bay.

-N

Fast, then slow.

It’s the way my emotions run through me.

Cold then hot,

It’s how I feel when you look at me.

Overtaxed and stimulated,

An unwanted mix.

-N

I hate myself a little less.

No longer stressed,

Repressed, by the recesses of my mind.

My thoughts only aligned for a brief amount of time.

-N

Wind.

The moon rose and peeked at me.

My heart raced.

It fixed nothing for my pain,

But for the moment allowed me to gain,

A brief reprieve from the mental sprain,

I’d found myself under.

-N