Look at you
Unable to ambivalent,
on what you want
I will sanctimonious,
to show I am better
You are the culpable one
Everything is on you
So go ahead
and jostle your way through the crowd to find me
You won't
So you will sit there going deranged,
Mutilating your mind
Asking why?
He says
Why am I culpable
Why can't I find that treasure
That treasure that has beauty and pain
That beauty that is to saccharine for me
I am becoming deranged
I have deluded my precious treasure
Its gone
My hands are mottled
From hours of trying to find my beauty
I would give anything
I would dismember my own hand
To have my teasure back
And I'll tell you
You will jostle through the crowd to find me
You won't
You won't find me
YOU ARE READING
···One Thousand Words···
PoesíaA series of original poems The emotions of my failed love and tragic thoughts and emotions There is no good left in me to fight back. Because, I'm sad and angry at the same time. It's a time when I feel like I'm in the darkness again. I can't hate...
