VacantA Poem by JrocktothebeatA poem, with a bit more rhyming then I usually use. I always try to just focus on the meaning and how I want to express it, usually emotional topics, so with any writing I do I try to keep it raw.
The Axe slams on the chopping block
Rips apart my thoughts - hits the latch - on Pandoras box Upon the door a tremendous knock Slips past the locks - Now the sins full spin - and the mind begins To unfold such a devious plan laced with iron clad - "Hey-hey this ain't so bad" Then it topples - pops like a bubble Corrosion flows from the inside - like a spider mine - set with my mind Makes me blind - towards anything that matters - like friendships or a father Or like that poor little girl down on the street No shoes or glasses for those eyes so blue Or what about that man crying under the bleachers No longer has his soul or food - the dirt buries his features. Still in a matter of seconds The Axe hits the pavement - reality awakens - clothed yet still cold and naked Screaming in the vacancy of my own visions Helpless - useless - such feelings of familiarity then its over - gone with life's cold shoulder the suns warm - back in form - the darkness back in hole Enjoy it before your vacant once more © 2015 JrocktothebeatAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorJrocktothebeatToronto, Ontario, CanadaAbout26 year old Introvert musician. I love to express with art and words. more..Writing
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