Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2014
Trouble always seem to poison my day.
If there's a way out I can't find my way.
Trust they say and never have doubts.
Is this truly what life is all about?

The sun up there in these big blue skies.
Doesn't shine on me to dry my tearful eyes.
Birds fly over my head never making a sound.
I never miss the puddles on this old wet ground.

Why don't I get to miss the things of wrong?
When people sing why don't I hear their song?
Candles burn at night without leaving me light.
The moon disappears in the middle of the night.

The mental aspect of it all it seems to get worst.
Rivers running all around me I still have a thirst.
Wanting to leave it all behind I can't find my way.
God teach me and lead me to paths for a better day.
Phillip Blytheville
Written by
Phillip Blytheville  Dallas, Texas
(Dallas, Texas)   
231
   Neon lights
Please log in to view and add comments on poems