Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
sectumsemprachildPoems
There's a girl sitting on the bank. Should she jump? There's a bank of your mind; The precipice, wherein lies the thoughts best unseen, rather not thought about. The unthinkable. There's an abyss here adhering to the sculpture of tears I'd rather hide. A fall of lost work unappreciated and vain. This would be be the last you would hear of me. But I am not a warrior, or am I? What does my survival deign? This municipal pool of bedraggled thoughts It's really wearing thin. If I lose depth, will I lose myself? I just can't tell anymore. All in all, This is too obvious. Too simple. There's only one solution.
0
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 7:26 AM UTC
δύο
There's a girl sitting on the bank. Should she jump? There's a bank of your mind; The precipice, wherein lies the thoughts best unseen, rather not thought about. The unthinkable. There's an abyss here adhering to the sculpture of tears I'd rather hide. A fall of lost work unappreciated and vain. This would be be the last you would hear of me. But I am not a warrior, or am I? What does my survival deign? This municipal pool of bedraggled thoughts It's really wearing thin. If I lose depth, will I lose myself? I just can't tell anymore. All in all, This is too obvious. Too simple. There's only one solution.
#deep#mindfullness#municipal
sectumsemprachild
Written by
sectumsemprachild
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 7:26 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem