My Inner Conflictions Part 1
My Inner Conflictions
I have been upheld in this room for many years and a lot of tears and frustration has ran
between these ears. Permanently scared and damaged by what’s in here. Took a bottle with a
cork and put all my fears in there. Hurt, pain , and anger molded itself into me. Those
feelings compounded by the demons around me. Destructed and left in this world with bars,
I’ve stalled. It’s like I’m imprisoned with no way for parole. Walking around just to trip
and fall on my face. Sometimes I look in the mirror and feel like a disgrace. Please erase
my memory because the pain is too much. I suffer from anger pains because the frustration
has crushed my mind, body, and soul. I feel as if the devil touched me himself. The blood
is starting to boil and the hurt is building up. Please let me forget it because I hate it
so much. Somebody be a friend to me and roll me a dutch. Roll it with the finest weed and
give it on up. Paralyzed and mesmerized by these thoughts in my brain. I wish someone
would come in and save me from all these things. I’ve seen too much and the fat lady
starts to sing. I’m to block her out because it’s not my time in da game. Exposed to the
worst so that’s how I run my thing. Making people walk away with the ignorance I bring.
Many people looking at me saying “ Man he’s going insane”. “ Lock , stocked, and barreled,
I’m not hanging out with him, Man! “ So crazy and deranged I’m starting to feel it’s a
shame. So ashamed of myself I don’t even deserve my own name. Such a shock to the frame
its got me running away. Like a track star burning rubber off my sneakers again. Maintain
with the principle of going insane.
Copyright © Wilfordj Yelverton | Year Posted 2010
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