The Mess
The break, the broke, the all unfixed, the reckless, the hopeless, the demons stand play, restless nights an it’s just another day! The stress overbearing with dreams at all cost, feel hopeless an at a stand still lost, mind games, people fake, the fumes of life i over take. The burning bridges id say I could never cross always finds its way to clear path, calculations of my life looking like algebra math, life’s game gets me each an every time, I manipulate myself to say it’s all fine, I pray, I kneel, I give it all to god, but why the devil still plays he gets me at all odds, mistakes made daily cause I like to choose hard ways, the demons stand over us cause they believe we’re it’s preys, lies spoken to not hurt feelings, babies an kids in foster but the government living on billions, heart ache is real an hurts like hell, reach the top of the stars but the I love you was just tails, real is rare, life is unfair, not many will truly care, this life is ruthless an truth is what I’ll share.
Copyright © Kara Mitchell | Year Posted 2023
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