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Sep 2015
Look at you!!!!

Standing in front of that mirror
With that ugly akward shoulder

Never hugged
Or cared for

I do my duty
I do not believe in retirement

Life on this miserable
Earth rock

So beautiful
Yet terrible
Wonderful
And agonizing
At the same time

They prepare the drone army!
Empires prepare for war

Do you remember the hard times
The hard times in history

There could be a hard time coming
For you and me
A tortured soul
In different ways

I tell myself it will all be okay
Even though my shoulder
Never goes away

There are stronger
Tougher men
Not many with a bigger heart I'd say

I feel so much pain
And yet all I have is love to give

Why, Why, why is my body this way
Holding a pillow at night
There is no loving woman on this day

Hours and hours
Spent at the gym

Everybody talks about Him
"God this, God that"
Saying His name everyday

Well, I take the Lord's name in vain too
And I am sorry for it, okay

My akward body
Nobody cares
Sitting alone in this chair

The therapist went away
The physical therapist
DIdn't fix my shoulder
It's just how things turned out
I can't have things my way

Stop whining about your shoulder!
You may say
I don't blame you anway

It's just a small problem I suppose
For a loving female friend
I would give a yellow rose
Matt
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Matt  34/M/Los Angeles
(34/M/Los Angeles)   
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