Tis It Was A Morning Breeze Poem by Kevin Familia

Tis it was a morning breeze
Where shadows cast down their grievance
And the wind blows louder than life
Where I feel the room of emptiness
The war of laziness consumes thee.

Oh would I know the pressure of a steam engine?
The same as life, it's pressure blows like deception
On my foul, crippled body that is called delusion
How it sounds, even the shadows that it casts lie.

Oh, I would go back to that morning breeze
Though the loud winds push me
Back and forth to oblivion
Like a siren my heart constantly watches
It aches, it is filled with abomination.

Though it would seem my heart is the enemy of everyone
It springs forth lies, delusions that shiver my senses
The senses are diluted and corruption is all that I see
Though that morning breeze I desperately need.

Now it is just a shadow form of a storm that is called damnation
This I know that the storm has already begun
Where now I lay, in the midst of it.