My skyA Poem by Flower
My sky crackles and I feel most alone,
What was once my special place is now not so; I was young, naive and couldn't have known, That my mind was always like this long ago. Oh the sickening smell of fresh-fallen rain, Still very much lingers crisp in my mind, In which it leaves a permanent mark, a bloodstain, That can really make me feel very confined. But sometimes when the chilly wind starts to howl, My mind breaks and everything falls apart; My head starts pounding like a murder so foul, And, f**k! Something is racing, my bleeding heart. When the lightening comes, I know I can't do it, The thoughts take over and I want to cry; This is when I want to die, for I am a misfit, But I refuse to say my final goodbyes.
© 2018 FlowerReviews
|
Stats
77 Views
2 Reviews Added on September 22, 2018 Last Updated on September 22, 2018 Author
|