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115 · Feb 2018
Snowed In
As the snow falls, my heart is frozen, beating slowly
To tunes of broken hearts.
Our only world is crumbling.
Like paper we are tossed out
As the magnitude of hatred
Keeps increasing. My shadows of doubt clouding my mind like the flakes that fill the nights air.
There is no clarity anymore.
I see the ice but I depict ash
Why is this ,I keep asking
Are we to continue
To **** ourselves and others
To there is nothing left
To help speed up the process
Of revelation. **** here I go again. Can't save the world ,if you can't save yourself,babygirl . Anger as become the now, to act on it ,to not let it spill thru the floorboards of door. Embarrassment brings on ****** ,suicide, and drive bys do you not hear the innocent cries.We are so easy to anger yet not quick to love.The voice of my people is so ******* negative, Misery seems to be the new happy.A lover or two is the new... I love you. What change or was it always the same I asked again . I hate thinking ,speaking , seeing. I secretly envy the blind. But would it stop my mind ,I guess not I supposed.
And then I met you...
106 · Jan 2019
Cut and Run
Throughout the years...
I have endured the traveling pain of others, picking up their peices like lost luggage
As if they were my own
Losing my way with inadequate
Footprints, displacing my feet
In areas I should have not been .
Conflicted it seems...
I am not lost yet I left my path
trying to see if their dusty shadowy roads were better.
I saw my own glorious light fading as I traveled behind closer.
As it only lead to more temptations. Suffering over time grew like a plague on a cruise ship. Even if was to leave I'm troubled I'll take it to another.
But I must and be by self to heal. As for others oh well.
Only one question remains
If I cut and run
Will I then be free....

— The End —