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In the darkness I feel the cool comforting embrace the reality is I invited the demons that I chase over grown with the thoughts of days gone by the dove of peace can no longer fly the moon beams have become my sun all good things left undone living just to live another day all the dreams I had, now given away on my face a smirk apears amidst the lines from all these years I worked hard to get where I am at no suprise I feel like a tire gone flat I will always be the awful taste that never leaves the lurking doubt that confuses and decieves you know me all to well and it's not by coincidents I am your lack of self confidence
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Nov 22, 2010
Nov 22, 2010 at 7:43 AM UTC
Confindence (or lack there of)
In the darkness I feel the cool comforting embrace the reality is I invited the demons that I chase over grown with the thoughts of days gone by the dove of peace can no longer fly the moon beams have become my sun all good things left undone living just to live another day all the dreams I had, now given away on my face a smirk apears amidst the lines from all these years I worked hard to get where I am at no suprise I feel like a tire gone flat I will always be the awful taste that never leaves the lurking doubt that confuses and decieves you know me all to well and it's not by coincidents I am your lack of self confidence
Copyright Viper 11/23/2010
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Nov 22, 2010
Nov 22, 2010 at 7:43 AM UTC
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