All I am breaks and gets called art
They praise my empty shell
A Kaleidoscope from a broken heart
A wasted life that once was well
My life is a marathon
The runners come and go
Breathe in breathe out I know you'll win
You have to show them all
I fall towards the gravel
Collapse, and just stare
I've been running for miles
But I've gotten nowhere
My lungs are empty
I can't breathe
I'm calling out
Come help me please
I'm fading
Getting close to death
Then suddenly
I'm out of breath
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryA poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language. These are generally morbid poems for people who are generally morbid, or maybe just taking a small step into the shadow realm. This is a trigger zone. I don't own t...
