Jan 2017
Antique brain and, willow trees fenced inside my mind
Wearing my conscience like a cinder block around my neck
Speaking eloquently from a smashed mouth
Wandering through life's hallway, burning out the night
Wearing my conscience like a cinder block around my neck
Speaking eloquently from a smashed mouth
Wandering through life's hallway, burning out the night
This poem is about holding back when you want to lose it. Speaking kindly instead of swearing. Letting others see your shame and putting yourself out there. I know so many times I feel trapped inside my own mind. When someone asks me how I'm doing I normally say great. Why is this?
