Tightly coiled the fist goes crashing
Bang you're reflection goes smashing
Bitter trails of pain sting ones cheek
Your blooded hands littered with glass, induce the pain you so seek
Limp and flaccid
the pain burning, like acid
your body falls to the floor
Empty inside
Perfect for when one needs to hide
Hide the truth, exhibit the lie
Conceal what's inside block it from human eye
For human is not a race you can trust
Everything that seems to matter surely and slowly burns, ashes to ashes, dust to dust
The paper stark and white
Stares at you tauntingly, come on just write
The blank canvas so painstakingly clear
Mocking and goading "I'm right here"
YOU ARE READING
Opening
PoetryI stare at the blank page I'm not sure what to write.... A small collection of poems exhibiting my inner most secrets; what's hiding in my soul. An opening... Author: They're not that good but it's just an opening into my innermost thoughts. It def...
