Gianna Jett

Those That Cannot Be - Poem by Gianna Jett

I am a brilliant nobody whose dreams take me nowhere as I write a few lines from time to time... My stories told that are meaningless strangling from my very own wonder, Useless shattered hopes and thoughts are broken, I must have missed the sign that said: - Thoughtless and ignored talents enter in, pointless and forgotten dreams welcomed here. This is where all your desires come true! -

You cannot take what exists within me,
You cannot take my soul from me,
Am I useless or am I free,
Now wouldn't you like to be me?

This is who they are, this is what they all do it's everything,
This is what it means to me when nothing has meaning,
Can you hear the screams when they are calling?
As they call for you are they calling me when you are falling?

Listen to the rain when I am dying,
Fears are lost when they are crying,
I hear their cries as they cry for me when I am something,
Black sunshine has stolen their faces as the river continues flowing,
Secret whispers to me when its soul is glowing,
Is it enough for you to be what you are knowing?

Knowing the truth as it keeps you,
Telling me things that still remain true,
What are you going to do,
When they all no longer want to be you?

When all that remains are mirrors of what used to be,
The past is a reflection of what we used to know,
Objects of the present is all that you see,
With the future caught in between of what our souls bestowed.

Topic(s) of this poem: existence

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 19, 2015

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