Not the SameA Poem by Younge WriterThis is about abuse that causes someone to loose control
I'm sitting in the pitch black, ALONE
In a race, the earth zooms past me like nothing happened Even though I'm crazy, they say I know it's real Because just like a SLUG It leaves my horrid past as its trail I start shaking slightly I start to rock back and fourth Like if I was back in my grandmas rocking chair, at her log cabin continuing the pattern that was created I loose control of my emotions Slapped in my face The flash backs of the devil striking me Replays over and over again Like the broken record that sits with the same song repeating But it's the only company the record has I being so small and helpless Could only hold the white flag claiming I surrender When I really know that the war has just begun But my white flag don't mean s**t it the devils hard cold ice That replaces where the heart should have been All the memories, getting sucked back into a time warp Brought me back to reality Wait never mind My shot that was shooting up my veins within seconds, was my time warp That brought me back, just like a falling tree Into what is now my new home, called a mental institution And soon I will be right back where I belong In my chair facing the window That presents the world that died a long time ago The world that I will never see nor feel again The world that I will never live in, EVER © 2010 Younge Writer |
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Added on May 4, 2010 Last Updated on May 4, 2010 AuthorYounge WriterHIAboutYoung writer. Outgoing, fun to be around but at independent at times more..Writing
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