Textures
Transgression
So much pressure around me
Become a shadow of whom I wish I'd be
Part of what remained inside, now feels lost
A vision entrapped in pain

A face without expression, relentless and remorseful
Blaming all but himself for falling in despair

I decided to turn my back
Try a different approach
Since everything that's touched is bound to turn to dust

Recommend no further trial
Not a glimpse of should have been
Only the promised years to come
And with that my transgression will come to an end

So little movement within me
A shadow I've become
Fall out, now all is lost
It's clear I'm incomplete

A face portraits depression , emotionless but thankful features that show:
When one loses, there is everything to gain
Free fall!
Failure above me circulates!

Dented pride encouraged and my broken spirit leads the way
Deterred comprehension
I tend to give up more and more each day