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Feb 2017
I'm was  jabbering fool and you know it
Sitting in my sest pool, or below it.

I talked and I talked and Talked
sometimes when I spoke I was shocked.

Nobody ever really liked me,
But I never really cared.

Now every one wants to be like me
But they will never ever compare.

See I made it out of the house that was on fire,
Hell I even made it out of the bed.
and  I am still being lead by desire,
But I control it now with my head.

I ran from the shallow hole we all dug
I ran from that nasty place.
I took the key out from under the rug
and I ran at the fastest pace.

I hope no one ever goes in
at least not with out me.
Because that was my own personal pin
That was my nasty place to be.
Pan's Central Express SYRNIX
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Pan's Central Express SYRNIX  122/East Of EDEN
(122/East Of EDEN)   
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   Raquel E and ---
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