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Michael Strong Jul 2015
All I can seem to do is write these songs
Read all day creating brainstorms
I try to surpass the things of old
The habitual desires that wants to dwell in my soul

I wont lie my spirit is worn
But through my inspiration i find strength in a poem
Bt what will i write only God knows
Words just seems to flow from within my soul

Day after day i encounter problems and problems
But with the ejection of a stanza i escape the sorrow
Through a pen and a paper my soul begins to sing
And only words can express the joy that it brings

And only a poem can express the pain inside
As the sacrs upon my soul wants to free my mind
So i place a pen on the page and lay down some verbs
Then my soul sings louder than the beautiful birds

The lonely pain meets its demise
Speaking to the burden you carry inside
Our souls are eased by the inspiration of words
Listen to my soul and let this song be heard
Ovayo Aug 2020
The pain I buried inside.
One so deep I had to hide.
It's because we never fixed the damage.
We just left everything in panic and frustration.

You were the one thing my heart yearns for.
All the pain shifted to my worst days.
The tornado in my head , making me hate being sad.

The panic in your eyes , shows the whole truth I had to hide.
The horrid past we kept buried , the one they don't fully know but envy.

The storm brewing is enough to **** me slowly.
The volcanoes erupting is enough to resemble you.

With all that we have been through.
You saw it as best to torment me with someone new.
The sacrs behind my smile is known by no one.

I pushed you over the edge.
I watched as you became the best of the worst.
I never beauty had unlimited rage.
Now I just accept that I'm your punching bag.
This poem is about women who stay in lovess and abusive relationships.
It focuses on how they accept the consequences and take it as if they deserve a what happens to them

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