Hurt

sylviasearcher

Let me entertain you all
As I make a drama of my fall
Fall from grace?
Waste of space
Head displaced

Don’t you like it when I cry?
As long as I don’t tell you why
Lost cause
Full of flaws
Flying floored

Want to play inside my head?
Until the day I end up dead
Death by drowning
Fatal frowning
Hemlock downing

Spluttering as I make my last demise
Laughing as I fail to fly
Crunching as I break and bend
Soaring as I descend
Glory mine in the end

Please lay poetry on my grave
Make them dark but full of praise
Praise the lies
And non-believers
Praise the victorious
Who got to leave us
Tell me I was always meant to be
Dead just like my destiny

Back to ashes
Back to dirt
Back to nothing
Where nothing hurts

  • Author: sylviasearcher (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 25th, 2020 10:52
  • Comment from author about the poem: The middle needs work
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • 🐤s.zaynab.kamoonpuri🌷🐦😽

    Woah a fantastic extraordinary poem, and I was laughing nervously at 'fatal frowning'. Sad and funny poem together. Kudos!!

    Pls Pleez do read and comment my newest poem too.



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