Reality
I'm sitting in my room,
thinking of myself.
Staring at the ceiling,
without a thought of anyone else.
Mind drifting away,
through the skies of the Earth.
I'm thinking of things.
"What life is really worth".
Trying to hold on
to my peace and confidence.
My mind is still drifting,
as I sit in siolence.
My heart tells me one thing,
mind tells me another,
then I say to myself,
we all need eachother.
I'm living in my own world,
eachday, as I pray,
that "God", will bless me
and let good be on his way.
"A man lying in the streets,
so bloody, and so cold,
because, another human being
took his soul.
He had a good life ahead of him,
now it's gone down the drane.
"Mother feels pain,
and Daddy went in sane".
"Sister has nightmares,
wakes up in tears,
because, daddy molest her,
and she lives in fear".
"Reality"
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.
