There’s a pipe from one ear to the other
It hides behind a smile
It is made of lead
Poisoning thoughtful waters
Killing the wisdom and love I have heard
In one end out the other
Empty handed and barren
Only an echo.
“Unlovable”
That is all my deaf ears can hear
**** the constant ringing
The message is lost in knowledge
What a miracle
Proven o’er and o’er
A poet with disregard for his own self
Yet writing about his inner struggle
My verses flow from inkwells
That give what even I have not received
I’m naked in my birth from ashes
To the dust I shall return
Alone, but left with room enough to write a few more words
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 11:28 AM UTC
There’s a pipe from one ear to the other
It hides behind a smile
It is made of lead
Poisoning thoughtful waters
Killing the wisdom and love I have heard
In one end out the other
Empty handed and barren
Only an echo.
“Unlovable”
That is all my deaf ears can hear
**** the constant ringing
The message is lost in knowledge
What a miracle
Proven o’er and o’er
A poet with disregard for his own self
Yet writing about his inner struggle
My verses flow from inkwells
That give what even I have not received
I’m naked in my birth from ashes
To the dust I shall return
Alone, but left with room enough to write a few more words
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