Break another and there won't be room for the pieces
All gathered together inside that body you call home
Go ahead and cry because the 'truth' is like a lie
Just lacking creativity and the need to further speak
Pay the bill owed to me for the advice I give each day
Just a scratch it will make on that wall of glass that you call friendship
I've paid my debt in full with no loan owed to a single instigator around
A moment of your time will make up for the years you've drained of me
Can't believe I'm here vomitting the words I've swallowed for so long
Don't think too fast or you'll miss my goodbye all oiled and in full sprint
Hope you have another to cook your daily meals of compassion and sweet things
After I walk away this time I'll be sure I've no room for another spoonful
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Kyle, I think this is a terrific start....I'd read it aloud to yourself a few times and try to 'hear' where the line breaks should be...also, proofread your work with a fine toothed comb...make sure you have no spelling errors and that you've used words in the right context. I do my best work from a position of anger....so, of course, I just love the theme of this poem. Keep up the good work.