Tame

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It's tame but it'll maim.

He played and I gained.

I'm lost in the plain.

The scars, the pain, the blood, the stains don't fade.

Am I tame, Am I the one to blame?

He's gone and I'm in pain.

He's dead and my hearts failing.

M folly and my worry, crying I'll burry m pain.

I laugh to grasp, just to last a day.

I'll crash but to get past the pain.

My mind my brain filling with drain.

The smudge a grudge.

I'm pale but now I'm slightly stale.

I try and I'll die, to find my lie.

The lie made him die.

I'm unforgiven, Am I tame?

He took the pen and left his end and maybe I'll do the same.

Suicide, I jumped, I died to swallow all the pain.

His grave, I gave, I died.

He's waiting on the brink and sink to do it all again.

He shouts e calls hoping I'll hear.

He's not free.

He's trapped, the one who's tame.

I killed him all the same.

He cries and I hear and try to old my tear.

I stop and hope to tame, in dying shout to fill the hole with hope not fear.

I cry, I try and maybe I'm tame, maybe I'm the same

He understood and I tried to tame.

Instead I lied and broke his name.

He forgives and I'm feeling at least sane.

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