Persecution Road
Again I look inside myself
And don’t discover me
It’s more than just the first world war
It’s now a tragedy.
They say I am so many things
Then leave me high and dry
I am abused still everywhere
Although I want to try.
My heart remains so broken
It can never heal itself
This is the worst way possible
To be left on the shelf.
Persecution reigns supreme
Because you know it’s true,
I do what they do better
Than they could ever do.
So they take my mind
And use it - profit from it too
Then guarantee rejection
By influencing you
Someone said the truth will out
But as the doors keep closing
I fear that all is lost now
Even singing is imposing.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
