Spite the world spirals
my heart rivals
for the unspoken trials
of my past ol' quell
Feelings cooked up,
Hatred booked in,
Love booked OUT,
that my heart looked for.
Of this bly of my life,
a no trace path of lie
my soul seizes to fly
to no soaring heights
for your tie
pulls me tight
down to no light
Oh my plight!
You smiled
You lied
You glide, like a snake
Inside my brain
plundering and plummeting of what not
now left me nought
I want,
I need,
I bleed,
For something not this.
My letter to you evil,
twisted and misted
by my will to die
now seems undone.
YOU ARE READING
Emotional cripple
Poetry"Is that paint on your lips?" they ask. • • • • • "Yes, the paint of my tainted soul," she say. -A collection of free style poems-
