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Head Down

Head down


I'm still walking.  I'm still talking.
I'm still trying to find a way for this life to mean something.
I got no direction…just using self-reflection.
Trying to find a way to see me under closer inspection.


I wanna be in love, but no one loves me and they never could.
I could have wrote a book, but that's another story.
Just advice from a reflection in a mirror that I never took.


I could have reached high, but I just passed on by.
Now I'm another Mr. Nobody who spends his time staring at the sky.
I could have made it, if I just tried to;
But there’s no way I'm ever gonna be safe with you.


So I still walk alone; no interest in my phone.
Just use it to write rhymes that don’t ever matter,
While I'm walking home alone.


I got no lover. I got no life, besides,
I couldn't ever try to make it to the other side.
Just staying in this hole; the only place I know.
It keeps my feelings safe, when I just bury them deep in my soul.



(C)2020 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Batter Avatar
January 16, 2021 at 5:44 PM
I can really see myself in this poem. Theres something special here. I hope you find it and let it grow
Harvey Avatar
September 18, 2024 at 4:15 AM
Thank you.
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