Constantly these doubts keep
burning up on me.
I tried to supress it, but it needs
Some release.
For if there is no escape its his
garden.
Its different than the garden
of Adam & Eve
No notes, tell me why
is it so different this time?
Eventhough i told you, you would
Need to recommunicate it.Honestly i dont know What's real
Anymore.
& i dont know if i can keep this longer,
For everytime i put out the fire it boosts
Up the flame.
And im sitting through the red lightsMight bow to you in dissension,
Might ascend into a new dimension,
For the Obvious thing to say was that
I wish you would hear my thunder before striking me with your lightning...I tried to believe them, lost all hope.
But it's too late now, for the time is
Running out and i just saw the other
Side, so i know its coming now.
YOU ARE READING
Critique
PoesíaCritique is a poem based on my Existential crisis Its filled with frustration, anger, sadness and disappointment