Anger...A Morbid Imperfection Poem by Mikel Calcagno

Anger...A Morbid Imperfection

Rating: 5.0


Pendulum stops and falls away
Life sifted through the sand
Storms of summer rain
Flooding lifelines in my hands
Found a way to cut through a conscience I've failed to explore
Every word you speak spoken to me without a conscience

I never seem to find rhythm for life's harmony
I never dwell on a purpose that tore every part of me
Reflect on all the things that've fallen behind
Then I'll Reflect on all the words that've fallen aside

Glue my spirit, break my wings
I ask for sympathy,
Darkened voices plead disease
Could you look into my eyes as I drift away
Would you even care enough to look my way
Am I worth the energy you must waste to notice me?

I mend my soul without reason
Find a purpose in life or something to believe in
Cuz I'm through mending the wounds that'll NEVER heal...
I'll keep it inside cuz it's something I'll ALWAYS conceal...

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