My Condition

My Condition

A Poem by writingonthewall

I'm a Savage

HeHeHe- A Brute 


But I'm only what I am- 
A poly-gram

I'm only what I'm allowed to be 
Following the linear line set before me 
Until I end up where I started and my journey complete 

Suppressing my deepest desires 
A feeling more fleeting than I desire- 
Embers dying out in a bonfire,
Their warmth escaping higher and higher

OH! If only you knew 
Or if you could be shown 
If only my hands could paint in a vibrant blue 
Or if somehow I could sculpt stone 

My Nature is a compass 
Directing me further from my dreams-
It's an abscess- an infectious fungus,
Forcing me to live out these harsh realities

This jungle is my home 
Where only the strongest survive 
Where you were born ends up being your catacomb
This is a place were life is barely alive

I wish I could describe it, 
Illustrate my need to escape- these unwanted feelings
Even if only a piece mye leaves even a bit
Deep down I know that I'm never leaving 

I'm a Savage

Kekeke- only a brute
 




 
 
   

© 2017 writingonthewall


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Added on February 23, 2017
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writingonthewall
writingonthewall

miami, FL



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A Poem by writingonthewall