Thrash Out [ From Within The Box ]

Surrounded by walls of the cloned existence
I
SIT
And listen to monotone voices that promote
The unchanged
Speaking out against individuality
Declaring
That the common word is the only one worth understanding
But see
Up underneath gray skies everyone blends in
No orange yellow sunlight
Beautiful Blues
Or
Reddish brown hues
Shimmering
Empty shells of once inspired souls
Reaching specifically for the "I can write poetry goal"
Just to write - didn't make me pick up my pen
It was that passion that was given to me within
To express Ideas Of ...
Religion
Happiness
Love
Life
Evil on the rise
and
Tears hidden behind the film of genocide
So sometimes
There may not be a proper form within my lines
Punctuation probably won't ever see a page of mine
But does that make my style of poetry any less in worth
Because you may not comprehend what I mean in a verse
Or in a line
I may be harsh in my rhyme
You may not agree
YET AND STILL
THIS IS HOW POETRY COMES TO ME

Reviews

[Lottie]

beautiful poem, it makes a gd read and also to add i like ur picture with it lol!