Irons Poem by olivia ruk ferarro

Irons



Looming above is the greatest power ive never seen
I remember who I am and who I couldve been
In my coffin forever wearing iron chains
They won't remember me; they wont remember who I became
Im nothing but a lost cause
Clapping for myself given myself a round of applause
Someone ought to
No one else will and even if they do it wont be true
Ive looked into the mirror and seen my only fault
My life is at a standstill and everyone is telling me to halt
I wish I could have done something good
But no one understood
Always accusing me of stuff I didnt do
Always thinking I never had a clue
Well screw them
Im sick of them always trying to condemn
This is my life
Sick of them sticking in the knife
I never deserved this
Wish I had someone to talk to but its just me staring into this deep dark abyss

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