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Jul 2021
I tell myself I think,
And I think only well,
I listen and I work,
I look for and I play,
I seek and hide.

I tell myself tales asking, asking for help,
I imagine to turn things that upset into a haven,
Heaven in my head, heaven in my head,
I should have remained depressed, died alone
For my family turned so embarrassed.
For my hurting soul to the extreme.
*Who wasn't after your good reason ing and brains and why?
Oh, why didn't eat some great brains!?

Left with a few character types arranged from the heart and soul that got to matter more,
Fixed a head to serve an interest,
Life of sweet turned to great wisdom.
Theodora Oniceanu
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Theodora Oniceanu
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