A poet who's mind was in dread.
I really need,
To go to bed.
It's a deed,
It has been said to be.
A soulless poet with the mind of ease.
A tear will fall.
A hand will strike.
I will crawl.
When my foot hits a spike.
Blood,
How it drips from me.
From the inside.
A flood,
To be.
I cried.
No one's here for me.
Poetic,
And,
Pathetic.
Is what I must be.
To keep my mind.
To finally see.
How kind.
You tell me.
I find,
Myself.
The Pathetic poet.
On a shelf;
Of Mr. And Mrs. Know it;
All that is.
That right there,
And this.
I can't spare.
I only must care.
A pathetic poetic girl.
Who once found a pearl.
A know it all mind.
Yet she only hides.
Her fears,
Her tears,
How she looses close peers.
My hands they reach.
As you all preach.
My mistakes,
To me.
I'm sorry.
Don't you see?
I can't be what you want me to be.
I'm the pathetic poet I guess,since it's "all about me.."
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryPoetry has always completely held me together. It's kind like how you breathe oxygen. It's something I have to do. Poetry is something like oxygen to me. Without it I wouldn't survive. ~ remember love is a crime and I'll do the time for loving what'...
