Rootless Poem by Maya Hanson

Rootless



They call me cursed
They call me part of a misfit crowd
I don't listen to the best of them
I can't put down an anchor
I guess that's what happens
when I blind myself with sound
Let go of the silent screams,
you can find me

I'm rootless, caught so they can hold me by a string
and snip it with their pretty little blades
Strangle every angle when I run up the walls
I can't help but coat you in layers of sarcasm
and hope it runs off you like oil and water
I'm not much better, I'm covered in crazy
I'm rootless
I'm rootless

I have to look twice
I can't keep my promises
I guess that's what happens
when I walk the world without a home

When I caught your eye
it's like you could see right through me
and my invisible soul,
my lack of everything

I'm not much better, I'm covered in crazy
I'm rootless
I'm rootless
I scatter supernovas in your dreams but
I'd rather be alone,
screaming, twisting, without headlights
I can't live without seeing inside myself
I can't live with you

Sunday, October 16, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life,love,relationship,home,independence
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success