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Feb 2013
Focus. Focus. Please just focus.
The words don't ******* heal.
I can't seem to concentrate
On anything that's real.

Spinning in this blackness
I'm running all alone
You claim to be beside me
as I break my heart of stone.

As the shards fall all around
like the hope I held inside
You try to sweep it up
Like a secret we must hide

I knew I chose my fate correctly
I showed you who I was that day
The demons that I do carry
Keep all who might love at bay
Blaise Tyler Beach
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Blaise Tyler Beach  M/Parma, Ohio
(M/Parma, Ohio)   
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   Elizabeth mikol, --- and QuinnyD
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