The Room's
The room of I and Myself.
I'm here to address a cause of the effect,
Looking at my behavior I myself so much disrespect.
When I state this the second path which one of two would know.
Impacting the state of the foundation depressing the heavy weight.
Everybody say they relate to the tales that tell the heavens fate.
Know that I is the aggressive state of myself.
See these rooms share a more meaning then what you know.
For this room of myself is the room of Why a place where I question myself at night.
Does this mean there will be no more for I give this room back what it needs.
Lately death doesn't want to leave and the pictures on the wall are mere facts of a life I hid.
My room is full than I for I lie to feel numb when I fear,
Does that mean I'll not be able to more on to from here.
Circles is all you see for my word repeat on a different poem you read.
Would this be that I lead a lost memory of my vocabulary when I'm in January getting it popping.
Aint about the party life for I celebrate everyday puffing.
Dan lets talk these people need to comprehend what you mean?
Dirfting off the topics is what they read getting lost in the make believe,
Levels to life they say lately I'm stuck on one with lucy.
I'm struggling struggling to stay peace with myself,
When death is telling me it would be easy to let go to rest entirely.
Life is telling to live on to see what you stated to see when you realize you was lied to believe that the closes next to you wouldn't move on.
MIA remembering the golden day's when you realize those was the most days.
You wish could go back to that way.
I ain't a poet for I know that most won't care in me.
A dream i had cost me to leave to chase this Cream to learn that I became a selfishness.
8/23/16
Copyright © Daniel Perez | Year Posted 2016
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