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Oct 2020
Walk in the thorns, my feet are bleeding
A sharp pain like my body is burning
Temperature is rising
So is my adrenaline
A brave heart is now the faint one
How deep were the shallows
How shallow were the deep
How loud was the silence
How silent was the loudness
So many questions
Nobody's got answers
Look in the mirror like my beauty's fading
I'm aging so fast
Nothing accomplished like I'm out of time
The jacket can no longer shield me from the cold
Maybe I need a hug
So many people I pushed away
Still don't know why
Like I was born this way
Meant to be selfish
Meant to be on my own
I want this to change
Still can't escape from my own shell
I want to be exalted and feel reborn
And see many faces I want to talk to
Fall in love with a stranger
Have kids run around and mess up the house
Be free for the first time
Wekiya Brian Cyrus
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Wekiya Brian Cyrus  20/M/Uganda
(20/M/Uganda)   
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