By Shawn Marc Carreon
Beneath Me
Profanity becomes my stepping stool,
I find peace behind screams of anger,
Loving what I’ve held beyond this,
Looking straight into darkness.
Agitated, what’s left to say?,
For words have struck beyond play,
Tomorrow’s another day,
Even after the sun sets course,
Rebelling against the lights dark horse.
People have sung their songs of life,
I’ll find to catch in tune between them,
Laying on this bed of ecstasy,
Leaving my voice that sinks beneath me.**
