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Narrow roads Dishevelled hopes Blank tomorrow's Is this what lies ahead? Searching for insolation But cold shivers surround as the palm pushes me out What did I do to deserve isolation of the hardest yet The unrest of another day passing Asking the question like Is this life my best bet? I've endured this devastation for too long And strike after strike, I've resurfaced again Tired Mind completely unsound Chained, pulled around and round Unwilled and weak But I still seek that light And that hand to dust me off Begging sometimes seems pointless, For, what am I here for? More frustration? More anger? More morbid depression and borderline insanity? I no longer wonder what possibly could be wrong with me. There's no specific thing, it's me. Why are embraces cold and smiles hard? Why constantly have up my guard? Why give in to my darkness when I've been rabid for the light since small. I knew that things would get here, no, I lie. My Bible's shelfed and dusty But I know what it says About children Who lie.
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Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 4:20 PM UTC
Children Who Lie.
Narrow roads Dishevelled hopes Blank tomorrow's Is this what lies ahead? Searching for insolation But cold shivers surround as the palm pushes me out What did I do to deserve isolation of the hardest yet The unrest of another day passing Asking the question like Is this life my best bet? I've endured this devastation for too long And strike after strike, I've resurfaced again Tired Mind completely unsound Chained, pulled around and round Unwilled and weak But I still seek that light And that hand to dust me off Begging sometimes seems pointless, For, what am I here for? More frustration? More anger? More morbid depression and borderline insanity? I no longer wonder what possibly could be wrong with me. There's no specific thing, it's me. Why are embraces cold and smiles hard? Why constantly have up my guard? Why give in to my darkness when I've been rabid for the light since small. I knew that things would get here, no, I lie. My Bible's shelfed and dusty But I know what it says About children Who lie.
Rochellewashereagain
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Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 4:20 PM UTC
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