Sun Centre
I have become amused
I have become blind
I have become
what I know not breath
You seem illiterate to all my emotions
I stand corrected on how well you read
You speak the truth
You speak with me
You feel the love
I have yet to find
I know it is there
But I let the sandcastles kill my mind
Pathetic me, I long to be with you
I think I’m close but I stand so far
The turbulent one sheds turbulent tears
I miss the love only because they starve
Oil and water
Lust and sympathy
I life and death my way through the sun
Where originates all the pain that leaves
My memory a traumatic sponge and writes to you
The channel a professional liar
How long I have contradicted those vibes
Journey help me, think I'm falling
It's not the love and quest the why
The fear of pity is always awake
But infinite sympathy is completely gone
Oh my word,it echoes the mind
In total recall as wild as the deuce
So superficial is the open wound
Infection in my left leg
Is that I seek for sympathy and I can't lie
Whatever it is I do I try to think of you
I hope you look at me through patient eyes
Copyright © Phatt Matt | Year Posted 2019
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