A Mistake
Memories stepping by
Pictures that once fly
The little me appears before my eyes
To release the bond that still sticks inside
But no, not yet
I'm a blank body and the night is obscuring my soul
Listening to the whistle of an owl
A hangover without alcohol
Taking care of my face and not at all
This little me is not gone
What shall I do for her?
Old pictures, reminders of her
It helps but it hurts
why was I even born?
It's a mistake take me back
Take me back
It's a mistake...
Then I would not be inflicted
To live just this moment of the first cry
Doomed and predicted
It smelled like a journey into hell
Then by the hands of God there comes the miracle
The unborn born freckle
Recognizable and messy
Childlike and classy
But you see no one reads your mind
Maybe your lifeless body only
A monster I hide
And that I embrace with wide hands,
I feed with a smile
It's stuck in my aisle that I built with time
And then no more rhyme..
Copyright © Akrp Zal | Year Posted 2016
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