What do you feel when you're forced to feel?
How do you feel when you're made of steel?
How do you heal when you were forced to kneel?
You don't. You cry and shy away out of harms way
You ask them to stay, threaten to slay but then
What's wrong with being a little gray?
Do you feel the piano shiver?
Her eyes glisten silver, go figure
She's asking all this absurd questions
What can you tell from her intentions?
Pressure, build up, you're scared, is it stage-fright?
She goes out to meet millions, they're all obsidious
But you're left behind, feeling jealous, hearing shouts
Left behind comrade, what will your next move be?
Follow her, your love, or part, make it the end of...
Everything.
YOU ARE READING
📖 ...SURREAL 📕
PoetryCollapsing under the weight of my winged words I see my soul tripping over alter-egos