Tiring as you work along.
Work. repetitive as lyrics to a song.
Bite, blink, blink.
Dang you spilled the ink.
Tired as you try to sleep.
Unfinished work keeps you up all week.
Friends not knowing how life is boring.
Is it possible to poison yourself using chlorine?
Type, write, work, stay.
Never having time to play.
So mad you could hiss,
But your future depends on this.
Work hard or disappointment will fall.
Hurry up you better answer that call.
Life resembles a broken shell
Voice cuts through as clear as a bell.
Destroyed dreams all around
Screams not heard there is no sound.
No one will ever understand.
That life has always been so bland.
Sure a spice comes here and there. But leaves so quickly, where?
All you can do is hope and dream
That that sweetness or spice can blow off some steam.
Anyone can help, they choose no.
Their hearts as cold as fresh snow.
Unaware of the pain that is caused
And with care it will simply be paused.
Pause...
The pain is gone.
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My Book Of Poems
PoetryHello. I mainly decided to start this because I write poems often and even more often then not, I lose them. This way I can keep them and maybe also get some constructive criticism. I suggest reading them while your phone is sideways (landscape vers...
