Sanctuary III
My throat feels scratchy
I'm irritable and edgy
Coming down with the flu
Trying to go for success
I'm still pending
Reaching out to you oh Lord
Please don't make your ears too heavy
I'm ready to repent as my levy
I'm turning down the intensity
I need to proceed with caution
Too much chaos surrounding me
I need an exorcist
You're thinking poltergeist
I'm thinking of the mother of all heists
I'm disenfranchised
Officials turned on me too many times
Situations is becoming desperate
I'm desolate
I don't care about a wish list
It is going to be a bitter Christmas
Santa changed course
He is due south
Asparagus is stuck in my mouth
Isn't it ironic
Every new job I get
I had to have my tooth extract
No wonder I get this toothless aggression
I can't think straight
Every time I open up my mouth
You’ll see there is no more wisdom teeth
It is a clean slate
But I am keen to participate
On getting a break
A break into reality
Of a broken home
I might predict a bright future
Like Notre Dome
Without the hunchback
No matter how I lack
I'm always able to bounce back
Like a volleyball
I’ve been beat
fallen
I'm velocity and all
Crazy summer saying
Where is the one I recognise
But I won't cry for yesterday
Somehow I’ll learn to survive
Copyright © Phatt Matt | Year Posted 2018
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