Break it down.

I can't take another step.
The kingdom comes in ways.
I don't expect a thing.
The breeze blurred all my days.

Now I need the me inside the beast.
Cut off my arms and let me bleed my need.
You cut me off and now I am the seed.
Look at me when they chop the trees
and speak.

The breeze is shaking out everything.
Naked face to mask the fakers need.
Rake my legs
my arms
my needs.
I'm a miracle inside of me.
I need.

Seed
what a cancer
what an answer
so I dig you up and bury you.
The sound
what a way out
keep your eyes closed
so I pick you up and marry you
Need,
what a reason
for every season
I need a new one
I need another and another one. The
leaves
every season
what a cancer
I think I'm dying,
what a reason when I need it.

Reviews

[Allycat]

Wonderful poem. It is beautifully worded
"I'm a miracle inside of me"
Great job!

[Kelsey]

I absolutely love the flow and layout of this poem.

[dukovan]

Thanks! I just sorta made something up similar to a song format that was in my head and kept writing with it in mind.