RemindersA Poem by Isamar I walk on the streets and the little things make me think about so many memories about the life i'm find my self in. Painted mess on
the walls Reminds me of
your confusion
Red stained gray
floors Reminds me of
your impotence
Tinted black
windows Reminds me of
your fear
Written words on
paper Reminds me of
your limits
Signatures above
lines Reminds me of
your pride
Fiction created
every day Reminds me of
your fantasies
The way you bury
others Reminds me of
your selfishness
Blood substance
filled Reminds me of
your stubbornness
Unmade bed from
night Reminds me of
your arrogance
Attempts at
providing faith Reminds me of
your ignorance
Numbers growing
in hordes Reminds me of
your cage
Every spoken word Reminds me of
your world
Blind lifeless
eyes Reminds me of you © 2013 IsamarAuthor's Note
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