DAMAGED

DAMAGED 

We suspected that the fatuous grins
can bring on so much sins, 
I sat alone at night 
Watching the street frights
Right out my own living room
Sometimes it feels life is 
Stuck between black and white
In a world, we call Broken
Where life is making so many 
Has gone to a point of breakdown
Always fighting who's right
And who is wrong
Playing that same old song
But life keeps beating on 
So many decisions
So many delays 
So much time wasting away
my work I write is like 
an undeveloped rhyme 
I write day and night
Just were haters cut down my lines
I feel as if I am lost in a dark film
where nothing but horror
Is always knocking at my door, 
My heart feels so damaged
While I drink so more
Oh. This pain 
Is bring on more rain
I slightly open my bedroom window 
To let in some fresh air
But all I found is the winters blues
The wind that cries at me time and time again
I prayed and I wished this old nightmare would go away, 
I sit alone and I write 
I tell myself what it would feel like
To be the beginning of something
But somehow my mind stays stuck in a broken past
I see no future for me
Because others are trying so hard 
to live my life for me
Damaged is how I truly feel
Broken in a life of a living hell
Damaged is in black and white 
That will never be right in this life
But I will always keep writing what it is I bleed.

Poetic Judy Emery © 2017 Time 11: 00 am 5.4.017

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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