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Oct 2013
It strums my heart strings like an open chord
salt on a wound already so sore
i need a drink of water, finding no relief
it just may pull me under if sugar wasn't so sweet

I wanna hop a fright car and come back here never
I'd scar up the landscape and think of something clever
wanna slit my brain open, expose what's there inside
strap myself to a rocket and see if I could fly

It crowds my mind like a parasite
cigarette burns day into night
no windy relief from this damp nasty heat
it plagues my mind like a back alley creep

I wanna run so far away that I never need to hide
wanna cut out my feelings until all pain subsides
wanna close my eyes forever, stay locked inside my mind
dream of things so simple and never have to cry

Open my arms out and fall into deep black
float out on the ocean and never come back
i wanna disappear before you get home …
no letter, note or sign that I've ever been anywhere but GONE.
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