R.I.P. Poem by Weldon Davis
R.I.P.
These words mean nothing
The pain it grips
I just wanna feel something
So I let em rip
I rip up these letters
I rip up these poems
Just thought in my head
No one should know them
I'm vulnerable
Pompous
A fool in love
I'm maniacal suicidal
And it's all because
These words mean nothing
No!
These words mean nothing at all
These dreams keep haunting
I shouldn't dream at all
The pain of that grips me
Hold me until I fall
I just wanna feel something
Or nothing at all
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4/18/2024 2:18:21 PM # 1.0.0.1119
'I rip up these letters I rip up these poems Just thought in my head' the thought is father to the deed, lost a lot of early poems this way also
Terry I whole heartedly agree in the sentiment that thoughts are fathers to deeds...With that being said I wrote R.I.P. from the confines of county jail..I was sending out letters and poems to people to no avail..Nobody would respond back about them, so at the time I felt I was wasting my time and effort to write them...needless to say patience prevailed and I didnt rip up too many LOL..glad you enjoyed my poem and could relate..Happy New Year! !