[Rest In Misery]
Defiance against the
odds of success
Mental defeat that
comes with stress
Pain that lingers in
the soul,
Like a bolder rolling
onwards
Fashioning the mindset
of being victorious
With garments of failure
and desolence
Threaded by voices of
ridicule,
Perfumed with scents of
gossip;
That's me!
The boy who didn't make
his mother smile...
That's me!
The boy whose father
can't look him in the eye...
For he's a failure,
A utter one
For he failed to be
the 'usual',
Like a cloud
And became the sun
But he was never
supported
By the ones he loved,
But he was never
acknowledged
As the boy who's trying
to carryon, while
CRYING!
Oceans of hurt...
CRYING!
To be heard...
CRYING!
To be acknowledged...
CRYING!
To be rescued...
And then he died
Dress as the tides
in a saddening blue,
The colour he tried
to hide
For he coloured
beyond the lines
of happiness,
Into a section of
depression,
Where everything's
bloody red
And dismembered
And then he was buried
Not knowing whom he
could've been,
Abandoning his choice
to follow his dreams,
Wrecking his colourful
destiny
With a knife
To his heart
So hats off to the fallen
King,
For he commented
suicide,
For he failed to follow
his dreams
And followed the vision
his mother had instead
But he was doomed
to fail,
By his ugly obdience.
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Even Murderers Die
PoesíaAuthor: Jevaunie Patterson Poetry Type: [Narrative Poetry] Book Status: [In-completed] Book Editing: [In-completed] This book showcases my life though murders, suicides and deaths (I support none of those things). This book examines some events tha...
