tedious intentions answer various different situations
will understanding recognize
methods of questions.
my story doesn't end here.
it goes on and far beyond I my four walls
take those pills and drink out of your hands
and get the help of love into your mind.
alone
not really I'm the mirror of your sadness
psychosis and downright high
I've been there before and I'm still a warrior to this day.
I fight the good fight of my little less know dreams.
one day I'll shower without prompt
but in the meantime I'll write make ideas my illness repertoire
being you acknowledges needed home
indefinable every future consideration is needed and I hear your the falling of your tears.
I may feel alone but I am the voice of them all.
remember your face remember it all.
you will stand tall in this adversity
this is your semi colon battle cry.
YOU ARE READING
Salad Days
PoetrySad poems from sad and angry times. Written from a juvenile time (14 years old) to older. That's what you get when you leave a teen to ponder reality. A pen hits reality harder than high school survival. Original Art from Vivianne Rheaume
