Who cares
Boat un the sea
I talked to the devil
I talked to a saint
I asked for peace
for some of my days
I know what she sees
when she looks at my face
is the same part of me
I'd like to erase.
I'm not really here
I'm not really there
he thought his jilting
would make me unwell
recess was over
when he rang the bell
it was time for me
to go back to hell.
He was just a boy
did you have to be so harsh?
he just wanted to play
he just wanted to run
he was a boat in the sea
he was my moon and my sun
he pointed his hand at me
and shot his gun.
The other one out there
didn't even count
then he closed his eyes
then he shut his mouth
why he didn't come?
yet he was so loud?
please let me sleep
I don't need him now.
One day the almighty
was walking my street
he said: hey girl,
would you like to come with me?
"no thank you sir,
she already did
and look at the mess
she is now in"
Sometimes I trust
sometimes I loose faith
and I course the world
and I course my fate
and I don't feel loved
and all seem fake
and I start to drown
in a shallow lake
My girl brough life
to where there was not
she sings and dance
I sing along
the kitchen smells
like the food on the stove
what do you want to eat?
the same as before.
I know how to love
I don't need to forgive
I'm trying to mend
what they broke in me
what is done is done
but I find relief
knowing what I know
giving what I give...
I'm trying to break
the walls around me
I'm using my head
I'm using a fists
and little by little
I'm starting to see
a soft and dim light
trying to get in.
I carry a cane
cuz I'm half blind
some of us are born
while some of us die
my feelings & thoughts
I don't need to hide
I own nothing at all
except, maybe, my life.
Jessica
Copyright © Jessica Carrasco | Year Posted 2024
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