Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2011
Can you explain the destruction?
Then it doesn't mean that much then.

Why do you try so hard to be a liar?
You know just as well as I,
there is no fire.

You're a farce, a fake, a fluke
a sham...
Just like I am.

You've done no good here,
only spilled your beer
and stained the crystal clear veneer.

You act like you've saved someone,
don't make me laugh.
Broke all of the one million pieces,
you do the math...
Anthony Jarell Alexander
Written by
Anthony Jarell Alexander  30/M
Please log in to view and add comments on poems