Sinking Down & UpA Poem by N.A.I avoid myself Every empty hallway of myself The corners of it walls bent down Going up and up People have no idea He’s made me so miserable and so happy I’m starting to question Why I chose any human He’s dead He’s very dead Counting beads As they drop He left a bag at my doorstep Then he was gone That was the first first time and then it was gone All while I was asleep I was surprised When he told me He misses me But it’s not enough It’s very broken now He lied without Knowing it And it still sinks Down to the bottom Or to the top Too lost to know if lost © 2014 N.A. |
StatsAuthorN.A.CAAboutI am a person. I grew up in Southern California. I write fiction or I rant about things that bug or intrigue me. I also have pathetic poems. So enjoy the crazy. more..Writing
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