Day after day
Empty stares burning through to the depths of my soul
Your eyes are just empty bottles
No Meaning
No Emotions
No Love
No Dreams
With each glance directed my way
I try to avoid those piercing bullets
Each more painful than before
As they grow stronger
My shield is broken
Leaving only the air between us
As they strike me I am knocked down
But I know one day
These wounds will heal and I will be stronger
For having endured your destructive ways
Your meaningless words pound in the back of my head
And never seem to go away
As those ticking bombs linger I feel time getting shorter
And when those bombs go off I fear that I will NOT be able to regain my
Bravo... this is a letter to life.. and it has no mail box.. Universe is the destination.. and I love to review your work. Love it.. 100% Magical, the flow is smooth..
The math is done.. you are a poet...Every word is like sharp blade inside my soul!
I find it interesting how some of the sentences run into the next line - but IT WORKS! This is a different style, but I am intrigued when a poet can develop his/her own style. Keep up the good work.
I am 16 years old and I've been writing for about three months now and love every second of it. I am a guy and proud to write. I've ran into some problems, but everyone does. I hope you enjoy! more..