Poetry Or Die
desolated views with my sights set on sunrise
to bathe in the glory of my life mid action
these are moments I never speak out loud
you can read them if you want
how should i put this
down? in a nutshell? shaking in the wind
a smell of smoke
shadows in the corners of my eyes
circles have an infinite amount of corners
here try these shoes, wear my eyes
come feel my skin brush pain
and gain my wisdom I ended with compromise
stinging nettles are still a useful plant
tho I am not here, to say all about my flora
Slow fade tearing a jaded aura
Do I know too much or not enough?
I don't know anyone who admittedly said either
Is it my words?
Do they make these thoughts real?
I came to create a means to not feel alone
the beautiful art that has become
an elaborate scheme to talk to myself
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