A shallow soul weeps for release
a kindred ball rolls down a road,
you follow that road it reeks of grease
its wretched smell feels like home
the end of the road leads to a place
a town so lost so out of place
you feel at peace but scared inside you follow the ball and enter a home, it’s dark and gloomy, you feel so empty, the kindred ball leaves you alone, alone again but you don’t care. you ARE at home you’re one with all,
you look in the mirror you’re a sad bag of coal ,
you know it’s you it feels so cold,
you want to rot in this place called “Home”..
You shut them all out and crawl into a bed,
it’s ***** and disgusting but you are nothing.
so now all you do is fall down,
you are sound asleep gone away,
you can’t wake up , you know your place.
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 8:50 AM UTC
A shallow soul weeps for release
a kindred ball rolls down a road,
you follow that road it reeks of grease
its wretched smell feels like home
the end of the road leads to a place
a town so lost so out of place
you feel at peace but scared inside you follow the ball and enter a home, it’s dark and gloomy, you feel so empty, the kindred ball leaves you alone, alone again but you don’t care. you ARE at home you’re one with all,
you look in the mirror you’re a sad bag of coal ,
you know it’s you it feels so cold,
you want to rot in this place called “Home”..
You shut them all out and crawl into a bed,
it’s ***** and disgusting but you are nothing.
so now all you do is fall down,
you are sound asleep gone away,
you can’t wake up , you know your place.
Im new to poetry, but this piece holds a special place in my heart. It represents me
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