I'm lookin around
Checking the time
Scoring my founds
The wilderness is my life and new style
Monkeys in trees
And deer on their feet
It's a wild mess
Within my fortress
No one to see
I can be anyone I want to be
Now believe me
People are my thing
But the demons are within their heads
Creating this big mess
The endless skies
And new things that belong to the wild
These things are within me
And now are running around my field
Making their own meals
This peacefulness that's lasting
Comes to it's ends
Making me run toward my end
Isn't just from the people
It's my demons that are now wrapping themselves around my land
No where to run
You see, I did the wrong thing
Instead of facing, I ran
Instead of bracing, I fell through the wands of my very own land
This is a new lesson for me
To not run from what scares me
And I believe that you need to hear me
And learn from my things
There are brick walls in this mess
And if you hit your head
You'll just make a greater mess
My lesson is learned now its your turn
YOU ARE READING
My Poems
PoesíaI usually write poems when I'm sad or upset. That's when I write my poems the best. So there wont be that many happy poems. I hope you like the ones I have. Thank you for even reading this.
