Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
reformedandrecoveredPoems
The “C” in Campbell Left my proud resolve in shambles As I made my rounds I took a deadly gamble With my witless hands I spent my plans On sleepless nights clouded with suicide One step from the edge The overpass fence Became my best defense and my closest friend I walked aimless Anxious under bruising skies The “C” in Campbell An edgeless dead-end town I sought my self-destruction But no self was found Only the burnt out and bored there Spun out on cold stares Hung out to air dry By the slow creek with graffiti eyes Broken hearts Muted lies We rummaged through stolen goods Sneaking an alibi The “C” in Campbell We thought we were so much bigger So much smarter But we could never deliver Not quite beautiful Not quite scorned We were insomniatic Thrilled with being half-born A buck shy of broke I was thinning away with every rhyme that I wrote Like a fevered poem I was skin and bones So alone The “C” in Campbell I dream of you washed in light Freed from that which harbors you The depravities of night I know your streets are not so clean I know your stars I know your amphetamines I know you too can be redeemed From mediocrity and self-pitty The underbelly of a forgotten city Skin and bones So alone The “C” in Campbell Believe Believe! There’s no other way out
0
Jul 5, 2019
Jul 5, 2019 at 11:08 PM UTC
The “C” In Campbell
The “C” in Campbell Left my proud resolve in shambles As I made my rounds I took a deadly gamble With my witless hands I spent my plans On sleepless nights clouded with suicide One step from the edge The overpass fence Became my best defense and my closest friend I walked aimless Anxious under bruising skies The “C” in Campbell An edgeless dead-end town I sought my self-destruction But no self was found Only the burnt out and bored there Spun out on cold stares Hung out to air dry By the slow creek with graffiti eyes Broken hearts Muted lies We rummaged through stolen goods Sneaking an alibi The “C” in Campbell We thought we were so much bigger So much smarter But we could never deliver Not quite beautiful Not quite scorned We were insomniatic Thrilled with being half-born A buck shy of broke I was thinning away with every rhyme that I wrote Like a fevered poem I was skin and bones So alone The “C” in Campbell I dream of you washed in light Freed from that which harbors you The depravities of night I know your streets are not so clean I know your stars I know your amphetamines I know you too can be redeemed From mediocrity and self-pitty The underbelly of a forgotten city Skin and bones So alone The “C” in Campbell Believe Believe! There’s no other way out
Written by
reformedandrecovered
Jul 5, 2019
Jul 5, 2019 at 11:08 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem