Creating a story to tell, taking into loving life,
I shaded a life with my name, I chased to be under the spot,
I wanted my name to be remembered, I desired to be caught,
Crawling with my short stories under other people's lot,
Showing my bad sides to have the show, but I didn't,
My father decorated a spike on my shoulder, and I called it an issue,
It's a pain to slap myself to be seen, every text was stuck in my shoe,
Souls go home to drink tea, and I lay on the cold floor,
is this what I got at the end? far away from healing,
Shading my friends with the lifetime that I didn't crave,
How did you see the feeling?
Everyone is dramatically broken in parts they scare them,
You were straight up with me, it faded when I faced an old letter
YOU ARE READING
Beyond The Glass
PoetryPutting poetry and prose on a glasses, A time passes, The scar built gashes, a sake of my health drew ashes, This poetry talks about the glasses, and my Cancer journey.