What Do You Speak About
What do you speak about?
When I speak, I speaks about
The excruciating pains that drills
me.
The meals of anger that fills
me.
"The rain fall for the sun to
shine"
these are the words that build
me.
Its like was made to be the
subject
of dismay.
Tears provokes my eyes
whatever
I reflect on my yesterday.
I was deeply wounded by the
sharpness
of their inconsiderate minds,
and painfully bled to the verge
of
death in the four walls of time.
I must have been push over
the edge of the earth a
thousand time,
but I find myself awake each
morning because I've a purpose
to fill
Copyright © Adrian Robinson | Year Posted 2014
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