Rolling over from the pain of a thousand failures
Tell me..please explain
Why is it that I still linger
My skin has dried and aged again
With speed that deafens me
Mapped about with canyons that carve deep beneth
The Painted layers of deciet
Stiff and obedient
Don’t worry I won’t twich a bit
And I listen to your stories
To bring out the artist’s best
Give me your best creative contradiction
To this hell that burns inside
And with each brush stroke
Shoot me into psycho bliss
Yes plaster on a cover
Like a band aid
To keep away the dirt
Congragulations
I am crying
Consuming, numbing
When will we break these circles that dictate our lives
It’s tiring, overwhelming
Todays success is such a sin
And you try to pierce me with your eyes
Yet I feel no pain
I feel nothing
Mother
Father
These words
Are empty, foreign
And i am out of place
I want to cry
Maybe i want to die
And I always wonder “why? ”
The heavens above take away so many of the innocent
Yet leave me here
Rotting
I am the rotting
Why?
They must want me for the flies!
I like it. You have described it very well. Vivid imagery and remarkable style. Great write. I rate it 10. Thanks for sharing..... Please read and rate my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2. Please use the search box by typing the name of the poem if the page doesn't open with the title of the poem.
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I would like to translate this poem
this is rele good. i like how you express things. u most have rele good inspriration...08)