Mad Word
They say am mad,
They don't know am crazy too.
They say am broken,
They don't know am shattered.
Gave my heart out to everything that never mattered.
Art is me trying to collect the broken pieces with my bare hands,
Poetry is how I bleed.
Am banging walls,
In response to closed doors.
I had a beautiful girl in my ARMS,
But she got out of HAND.
All alone with frozen clocks,
And rotten cactus poking from the cracks of my heart.
My life's journey is a desert,
And every footstep is erased as soon as I make it.
I smile upon my past,
As the future frowns upon me.
I can feel myself lose my mind,
I can feel the peace ahead of the pain.
I can hope,
To reach the edge of a cliff,
Not another freaking stair of life.
Elliepoet
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