I have to be reborn.
My soul itself is forlorn
I've burned every bridge I've ever crossed
And in the end it was myself I've lost
Now I'm surrounded by ash
And broken memory's of my past
Like a Phoenix I must rise
No longer privy to a disguise
Or mask must I wear
But rather a new me to which none can compare
I like to believe one day I'll find love
By someone other then my ones up above
I'll have to find the new me somewhere out there
Away from wilkes barre
But my heart it breaks
At the thought of leaving this pit of snakes
This hole in the ground is my home
But to fulfill my destiny I must roam
To find love and myself
And hopefully fame and wealth.
I must walk alone.
On the cold hard hearth made of stone
YOU ARE READING
Poems of the strange
PoetryA collection of poems that hit on the subjects of despair loneliness and isolation as well as multiple personality Please as always with all of my works keep an open mind and if this one isn't for you it isn't for you. Mmfwcl hope you enjoy :)
