Never Me
I'm growing now and have been since I found the prism's edge
A child inside that died while I just pushed him from the ledge
I pushed him from the ledge
He found the prism's edge
His freedom grasped forever clasped; given to those who sing
My growth would wane if not insane, but the ceiling found its wings
The ceiling found its wings
Given to those who sing
Perpetual pain
For growth and gain
The poison lost its sting
Stand in the rain
With no disdain
For minds that cannot sing
Expanding brain
No end to feign
I'll never be or see
The thing I am
Please hold my hand...
Because I'm never me
No, I'm never me
The end ahead I'll never reach; not even if I fly
My being, there; I'll never care or even want to cry
I'll never want to cry
Not even if I fly
Belonging here, and chasing fear forever through the sky
Suspend our dream right here for me as I stare into my eyes
I'll stare into my eyes
Forever through the skies
My nothingness could cause me stress; Oh, I do surmise
I wouldn't know, nor could I show a symptom of his lies
No, none of his lies
Oh I do surmise
Pulling up, forever stuck; Do you see through my disguise?
I'll rip it off, and bleed so soft, melting through the cries
I'll melt right through the cries
No more disguise
Copyright © Ryan Echard | Year Posted 2017
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