And whenever I can't sleep at night
I think of something meaningful to write
I write about him,
his family's mayhem
He wasnt aware of this,
He was singing the same old song these days.
He's sick in mind
I think it's bareable so i stay kind.
He's lived in a littered home
I sensed old satin cushion
Covered by despair, gust, and abhorrence.
Broken walls, leftover mischefs, and misfortune.
I fell into his facade
Made me think that im mad
I picked up the debrees of his shattered reasons
I glued them up, colored them with crayons.
There, I see, red, dark greys and blues.
Hes made out of the absence of hues.
Fool of me to believe.
What's never been yours is the hardest to give.
He defined me as a word,
He gave me precised rhythms and cords
When all I have was a freestyle poem
Hes perfectionism leads me to doom.
He, who can't resist the lurking vices
He, who's keeping the wall amidst crisis.
If he could ever hold the skies, he would.
If he could ever rent the solace, he would.
Of all the situations I have been through
His hoax is my favorite to get into.
He mustered the art of being collected.
I had the talent of acting benighted.
He and his personal dealings
Supposed to have no business with my feelings
But he took a piece of me to patch his
Unsewed, full of holes mattress.
-zili.
YOU ARE READING
The Fall Back
PoetryThis book encrypts all of my poems randomly. I dont right any specific themes, I wrote them all out of sadness, grief, happiness, and maybe some getaway car experiences. Also, the photos are originally captured by me. Hope y'all can relate <3
