Selfish Me
Selfish
By Lola B
Maybe i’ll never see who i pretend to be
In memories I perceive a victim of fateful dreams
A call for arms in the early morning dawn
Alone to face the Echoes of times I knew I was wrong
The piercing light is bending around the metal frames above
Monuments of divison trying in vain to win this pointless game
I stand apart, yet still I do the ing same thing
Conquests of progress; these selfish words I sing
To own these warm rays of bitter summer sunlight
To know that no one loves without this winless fight
Cause who am I to judge these tortured souls without wings
When I still cannot accept myself without the constant suffering?
The evil I see are the same demons in my dreams
I see; the killer in me is the killer in you
With every selfish thought; the spoken words are never new
I find that i’ll never be pure; and love is never clean
Copyright © Laura Dee | Year Posted 2019
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