Just for the record ... this is more for me than for u .....
I'm broken
Battered
In pieces
shattered
Picked up
And plastered
To be broken
Again
It's a common trend
It makes some sense
Hence why we have walls.....
My walls
My walls
My walls....
I built them
They won't fall
Crumbled
In shambles
I lied to myself
My statement was a gamble
I opened them up and here came the wrecking balls
An aura came from these walls
One unlike the others
Who screamed out across the
Previous cracks
And now u see it clear as day
And apparently never to be seen again
It vanished....
The walls are back
You break them down
The aura is smaller
And vanishes
You repeat it
This pattern
Of emotion
Only to be left with the notion
That your done your feelings more vast than an ocean
So I quit
My walls are demolished
However my aura is no longer
Polished
It has reached the point of oblivion
Non existent experience
This is comming from the short
Black Caribbean
Who thought he could do anything
From the person who bragged about being a lefty
As he lays on a bed crying that he's empty
YOU ARE READING
A COLLECTION OF MY FEELINGS
PoesíaMy own poetry which I use to express myself. I sometimes feel like I'm not supposed to be on planet Earth and all my life I have to cope with these different choices and scenarios that do more harm than help. It is up to me to push through it, but I...
