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Jun 2014
Spinning..Spinning... I'm Dizzy
Ready to fall,
But I can't see the ground.
Voices in my head,
But I can't see a crowd.
Momma Momma,
Have I made you proud?
I made it to twenty-one,
But you can't see me now.
Can't fight this feeling
Can't hide this frown
Should I bite my tongue
Or rep my town

My Life
Spiraling...Spiraling
Down through the cosmos,
My life's odor is foul like halitosis
My heartbeat screams through the Galaxies
Paying my long distance
Soul searching fees.
In hopes that I can find you before my spirit leaves
In hopes that I find the right moment,
And I happen to seize it.
Just take my hand and squeeze it
Walk with me
While you tell me everything
Your pleased with,
I pray to the most high
On my knees quick
I have this stabbing pain
In my heart,
And the Dr's can't seem to ease it
I'm begging for peace of mind
I'm beating vocal cords
Making supplication to the nation
Wishing my agony
Would finally take a short vacation.

Sometimes I feel empty
Like my torso is Vacant
Though I've learned to live with it
So I appear to be complacent
You can't walk in my shoes
Our lives aren't adjacent
Your life's problems
Are only a day of my obligations
So you don't "Feel......Me"
That phrase is tasteless.

I wouldn't wish this
On my worse enemy
I know they can't take it
Can't stare in the mirror
At the reality I'm faced with.

No this isn't karma
That philosophy is basic
I don't want be here
But My Momma told me I can take it
My sister said in this life I can make it
So i'm climbing this tallest mountain
Just to tell them I made it.
Jay Bryant
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