As I enter the point of no return
Circling around the moon
Apprehension grabs at my centerman
A hold on intention to control and
Nothing moves him
Burning cities lay behind his stare
Beliefs of false pretentiousness
Predictions of the rapture to soon
You want what you can't have and
Nothing moves him
Your thoughts want you dead and alive
A friendly reminder of the bond once shared
Dancing in humor the two of you
As you sleep with a knife at your throat and
Nothing moves him
There is a captive at this end
Filtering through holes on this vessel
Bottomless pits of anguish and pain
Devoured by tradition and
Nothing moves him
Save me from myself
Multiple attempts to protect the weak
An illusion of peace is just too far of a leap
Nothing is real just a fantasy to me and
Nothing moves him
Now I am still, looking up
Patiently waiting for inspiration
Nothing moves me...
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i am what i am
PoetryLife takes on so many meanings and so many different perspectives that it makes it difficult to create a true version of yourself. "I Am What I Am" is a defining moment of poetry for me, when all the good and all the bad collide and create my identi...
