Face like a wet weekend
Sensing something down your throat?
Is it a lump?
Is your stomach in knots?
Either way, the pain still holds you back.
You see it, don't you?
Stop being blind; I know you see it too.
That bloody color made you look like an exhibitionist.
Bring it to a halt, you idiot.
Oh, sorry. You were conceived to please others, and you suffer what you earn.
YOU ARE READING
Poems and Randoms
PoetryI write poems because of school activities, when I'm bored, when I'm lonely, when I contemplate, when I wander through the four corners of the house, etc. There are also random thoughts I write in here.
