Like the insides of a machine, but no handle to turn,
Like the kindle of a fire, but no fire to burn,
As empty as a hollow tree, you're a vessel with no mind,
Not a human, but a marionette, semantics you'll never find,
A dilettante of life, sharing promises you can't keep,
Your smiles always stretch, but your misery will still seep,
Like the blood of a pallid corpse, its mouth a frozen scream,
Silence speaks the loudest, even though your words always beam,
Optimism is merely your devoid heart, without the hate,
The fake blithe is luring in the weak, like ingenuous fish to bait,
A benign mind, your a card just waiting to be played,
But your perpetual patience, is still yet to be frayed,
Never ending, never beginning, running the same path,
It's a punishment for your selflessness, being a person without wrath.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sorry for the late update ^-^
YOU ARE READING
Reminisce
Poesía~ Words leak through minds, like too much ink does to paper. They spread silently like diseases and blossom like the non-existent amaranthine in spring. ~ (COVER NOT MINE) (All rights reserved) (A collection of rhyming poems. Part 2 out now) (Hig...
