These past few days (okay fine, these past few weeks) have been stressful. May I vent in a metaphorically poetic way?
I just realized that this is my story and our choice to read. So let's begin.
The feeling of woe
On my mind
Never compares to the woe of another
And yet it overwhelms me
Imagining the worst
Fearing the best
It's hard to see through the test
Of courage and love
Of life and determination
Of strength and resilience
The end seems to be near
My mind is never clear
The world is my fear
Don't come near me
I don't want you to see
For the monster I hold
Is icy and cold
For the stories it has told
Brings my heart on it's knees
And my soul at unease
And the world shakes
My soul has faults
That soon form earth quakes
But in the end
I must pretend
For the mask on my face
Is nothing if not fake
For even the heartless
Can pretend to have hearts
I've been getting into poetry as I should expand my horizons.
I've tried literature, and I'm pretty bad at it
I do like poetry though
So let me know
Was that good?
I can never tell
It's my work and I may be biased in more ways than one
YOU ARE READING
Words I'd Never Say
PoesíaThis is a book of random things ranging from deep thoughts to ideas and drafts for books and random things to just talk about. Comments are greatly appreciated. (It's more like a connection book. I'll write a few things and you respond. Ready? Jus...
