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A Poem by wesleydaauthor

I’m the big contradiction

I speak without diction

My glass is full yet it looks empty

My eyes wide open just can’t see where I’m going

I was dealt the perfect hand yet I seem to lose

The sky is bright blue, but why are the stars and moon out?

Everything is clear yet my mind says my life is distorted

All I want to do is lay with you

I don’t want to engage in arguments

Instead of being happy ever after I pause at commas

Instead of having your back I react like I’m your nemesis

I watch you kill yourself time and time again

That’s all I can do is just watch, no action, no help

You scream at me but I offer no help

Does that make you helpless?

I close my eyes and my reason is I can only live for me

My excuse is I’m my only friend

But that’s a lie. I look in the mirror and I see I turned my back on my friend

The person I’m talking about isn’t far from me

I stick my hand in front my face it’s your hand I see

How did I let myself run away from me?

All I wanted was to just be loved

I got love through all the pain

Can’t hold him close everyday though

Can’t restrain my families pain

I understand a little

Maybe that’s why I think it’s better to mask my pain

Maybe it’s why I hurt while sitting on the floor

It’s easy how the tears do flow

I’m my own contradiction

All my values and good intentions become caught up in a web

The strength I once had pours out like the mouth of the skies

It’s like I’m at a desert

I represent the pyramids of Giza, corded by time

Crumbling at the base

My frustration burns like the scorching heat

When its rain my heart seeks

I need and outlet I need an oasis

My teeth are all broken yet I have on braces

I’m restrained from doing what I want

Just a tough time just have to pay it with all I have

I have nothing right now but I guess that’s just how the game goes

 

 

© 2012 wesleydaauthor


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I love the lines:
I represent he pyramids of Giza
corded by time... Speaks volumes...
I need an outlet , I need an oasis... Nice thought...
And more.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

wesleydaauthor

12 Years Ago

thank you very much
Sami Khalil

12 Years Ago

You are quite welcome...

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Baton Rouge, LA



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My name is Wesley Anderson. I am 22, a college student, a bartender, a waiter, and as of recently an author with Maximize publishing. I am going to school to be a registered nurse. I would say I am a.. more..

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