These water pipes scream
In the middle of the night
These water pipes scream
In the middle of the day
I don't choose when to sleep
When I sleep chooses me
Depending on when the bottle
Is approaching empty
And the emotions I once felt
Feel more like a recent memory
Than a long gone distant lover
Who I remember hardly
These fire alarms ring
In the middle of the a day
These fire alarms ring
In the middle of the night
I don't choose when to breathe
When to breathe chooses me
Depending on when the grinder
Is approaching empty
And the women I once held
Return to me in my sleep
As pictures made of the regret
Karma wants me to breathe
And it won't surprise you
It doesn't surprise mine
I don't believe it for one second
No never not one time
But I don't see a way out, a way through what's left behind
All I'm asking is a question
All I'm asking is a lie
My god if there's a reason
A reason or a rhyme
Please release me from myself
Oh Good lord just let me cry...
....Just let me cry.
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Author:
Edthepoet (
Offline) - Published: December 9th, 2021 21:58
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Comments2
You display an amazing grasp of structure! I love the reflection across the three stanzas. A great poem - please do me a favour and write many more!
you've written these words
as if dipping within your tears
of absolution, as ink
to guide your inspiration..
a great effort, I laud your passion
thanks for sharing
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