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Dec 2016
Anger was a
hard pill to swallow
and yet
I did over and over again
appeasing your whims
at every turn
My heart was captivated
for a season
spinning
out of control
as I handed it to you
on a platter
for cruel misuse
Stuck together
out of convenience
one bed one room
gave reason
to lay
Back 2 Back
wondering about
what's next
in my life
from day 2 day
My despise
and
contempt ever building
to a red raging crescendo
had blackened
my loving heart
Far removed
from what I know
to be the real me,
I refuse to settle
and will wait
until I can breathe
feeling secure
in my own skin again.
Written by
Allen Robinson  The Burgh
(The Burgh)   
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