Untitled 8A Poem by DarkPoet
The voices in my head were louder today
To remind yet again;I'm not for this place Like an lost alien from outer space I should hop on that ship and get away There's white,black and shades of grey Like the,night,noon and a sunny day Should it be a crime if i am none of this Because like an abstract mystery I exist Living and loving for me its borderline Of pain,misery,and dying I'm sure I'd give anything for you to be mine But the thorns in my roses will pierce more When you ask of me to tell what I want In a tone so calm,direct and blunt I am reminded of things i TRY to forget Another one for my bucket list of regrets Its hard to admit but there are problems That telling or sharing can't solve them Like the chimera; i'm a bundle of contradictions No judgment for your absolute love contraindication A heavy cross you bear when different For rejection and hostility are inherent. This truth it helps to really believe that you only get what you give! At six and sevens,at the river crossroad I understand your anguish and loathe Please remember the word "borderline" When the body floats along the River Nile © 2019 DarkPoetReviews
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1 Review Added on March 10, 2019 Last Updated on March 10, 2019 AuthorDarkPoetLagos, NigeriaAboutLife is short Capturing my thoughts All is dark with an occasional glimpse of the sun By my words I may or may not be remembered after I am gone more..Writing
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