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Feb 2017
Sigh...
I pray for a day in a world
where greed don't exceed necessity
Even the stars can't lift me now.
I swallow the sky and cough out clouds
to numb the pain
I spat on the earth.
I sunk deep into a pool of guilt.
I wonder if steep debits
would steal my soul for free
And leave me crying at work
without company
Will I crumble to dust
or will I fight for me?

I look up to the sky
inhaling loneliness
I can't say how long death would flow
through my bones
I'm dying inside out-
death's always been repressed.

I wonder if I'm really content
with this solitude
Or how much longer I'll embody the pain
of many souls..
A gun without a bullet I hold.

Sigh...
I pray for a day in a world
where greed don't exceed necessity.
I pray for a life without debt,
warm tears and cold sweats.
I get lost in my mind
when the lights dance-

The sky sure looks beautiful right now.
BeeLo
Written by
BeeLo  Mitchell's Plain
(Mitchell's Plain)   
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   Nylee
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