(2015)
02/24/15
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
i hear people talk all day but they don’t know the words they say It’s like being on auto pilot same routine
no words to express to screwed up in the head don’t know what to say have nothing to explain for once words fail me
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice
Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own