Back To The Start - Poem by Patrick Dumas
This food in my mouth, it's making it dry.
I looked at the ground, and fell through the sky.
All of these days, are passing me by-
The crowds in the street, are playing their part
I moved to the west, to go back to the start.
The red's in the sky, are hurting my eyes.
You keep putting me down, but I refuse to die.
The rose in the park, holds secrets still-
it's thorns are sharp, and made to kill.
Alone in this room, I devise a plan
I give it a try, but can never win.
All that I do, all that I've tried
was worth all the pain, which led me to you.
The stars in her eyes, the black hole in my heart
in finding myself, I went back to the start.
It chokes out my words, but at least I try.
The gears in the sky, are making their rounds
the planets that move, never making a sound.
The fake persona's we create, will all be revealed-
there's no fault to blame, it had to look real.
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