Know

[Bison]

Wait, wait, think about it now
Are we caught up in the moment
A separation of truth and doubt

Clear the air
Clear the air

Make it clear to me that this is happening
I cannot wake from this distorted dream
My mind trapped in your wicked machine
Make it clear to me that this is really happening

The lights aren't twisting like they used to
My heart isn't beating how it wanted to
Are you list'ning or sleeping, Oh God, get out
Oh Mother, won't you break your silent vow

We need to hear
We need to hear

Tell me, son, what truly comes of love
But another diversion I'm unworthy of

Can you walk through walls
Is there a window to my soul
I'm dying to know

[AlexandratheLate]

Enjoyed this Bison.

[RhymeLovingWriter]

This is arresting Bison . A passionate plea for more than what meets the eye.I'd be curious of the inspiration for this. Prompt, personal reflection, other...?

[Tony Grannell]

Hello Bison, Such a rush of panic. The fear in this poem, is not alone, contagious but overwhelming. The dire need for an answer in breath-taking poetry, literally. A most enjoyable read, on the edge, as it were. Well done. Fond regards, Tony.