Altered SentimentsA Poem by Ron Miranda Bababurry me down burry me deep till worries are out of sight... hunt me down stab me quick till a blood pool floods the ground... sleeping with thorns chewing the hate secreting what remains... better a fool than be late my heads offered in the plate... walk with grief drown in pride and then go find your hole... decisions delayed mistakes are made regrets are far more real... out of rivers comes a shore explore pacific close the doors... illusion comes with vivid thoughts hoping it can be illustrated... with chained limbs i walk the road small steps demonstrated... i talk surreal with these lips zipped let letters do the actions... crooked rhymes aligned minds emotions devastated... when rats builds up beneath your chest it finds a place where they can rest... UNTAMED FEELINGS.
© 2012 Ron Miranda Baba |
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Added on October 7, 2012 Last Updated on October 7, 2012 Author
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