Strong,
Upright,
Shows all courage traversing the cougars' cave,
Clock ticking,
Only wishing to get away,
Weakening,
Slowly driven,
Oh the words they say,
Bag dragging through the sand,
Next meal,
I know,
It's the new girl that's drab,
Cursing,
She's hurting,
Just make it go away!
She can't.
Questions.
How are you?
Fine, she says
Wearing the fakest smile
Screams,
The internal demons killing every inch of her,
Fine
Fine
Fine
Years gone,
Time clicks on,
Time
Time
Time
Tick
Tick
Tick
Fine
Fine
She's fine
The
Concrete angel.
YOU ARE READING
The Roads Taken
PoetryLife is a series of trials and errors, One would like to say that we're perfect but we aren't. Humans are the only species to be perfectly imperfect, the imperfections that we dwell on in ourselves and in others tends to be the ones connected with t...
