I am
a deep void of thoughts and goals.
A plain surface with scars and holes.
A peasants master piece,
a masters peasant.
However, still my life is pleasant.
I am.
An old soul,
in a youthful body.
An open mind,
I am a closed, confined in the claustrophobic cage of carnal cravings.
I am
Afraid of being brave.
I am kind,
But I would kill for a hot coffee, for it brings me life.
I am sometimes blind
but I see everything.
I struggle to see the light through darkness, it's a pessimistic trait
But I am a traitorous optimist, eager to be honest.
I lie. In fact, I knit lies like sweaters and wear them with pride.
I good, my heart is pure
but I am bad and at times, my intentions are lured.
I am more than what you see,
My complexity as intricate as the sea.
I am more than what is understood.
Judge a book by its cover
and you shall find you have a lot to discover.
But judge yourself to be black and white,
and your true colours are bound to fight.
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Poetry Of All Sorts
Poetry- Book One Of My Poetry Series - Throughout life we morph and change depending on the things we see and the experiences we exchange. Poetry has been my refuge whilst taking on the small battlefields of adolescents. So I give to you, the beating h...
