Mama made an ugly one.
Out of this ruckus with a rotten attitude and those old ratty shoes.
Man made holes crave my name into the walls of broken homes.
Knuckles going deep in empty pockets.
Shuffling and shifting
On walks that lead me to nowhere.
Hitting that wall turned pillow suppressing a scream.
Painstakingly.
Agony be this.
My voice goes hoarse, strained with clenched fists to this existence.
But Mama made an ugly one out of this.
Muck and I've certainly made a mess.
But Mama made this out of the
Ruckus.
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The Psychological Poetry Collection©~
PuisiThese are my poems that take on subjects and topic's like depression, schizophrenia, addiction, and other mind-blogging disorders and the like of emotions. I hope you enjoy all the poetry offered here. Art is by:KidChan~
