Luggage - Poem by Steven Smedley
I come across this on a daily basis.
Acquaintances holding the pasts hate.
Baggage I still have is the rude and persistent time,
Compliance to honesty?
Compulsive when I relate.
Conversations now contain unpolished filthy admissions
And opinions remain literally insane,
And at a lose you remain irate!
Appreciate, to the one thing that will make
This life obtain the simple and easy
Leaving only heartache and shame.
Strange the way the names remained the same,
Quick to snatch and grab.
Emotions from thoughts brought
To the tip of my pen and said,
“I can’t ignore it daily-
I miss the affection of pure love.
I hate the sweat from when I commit
I admit it was like Suicide every time I had sex...”
Don’t put in to much work these days.
Don’t take me to naive.
Priceless moments such as these,
Makes my insides scream,
Yells at my mind to wake up from this
Dream of a seed. not fit to be me
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