You kicked dust in my face when I was already beat
I forced my way to the top
then you let go & let me drop
You spat blood in my face when I was already down
I pushed myself to the top
then you let go & made me drop
On my broken hands & bloodied knees
I return to you like a persistent disease
With bloodied fingers & a broken wrist
I send you a gift from my hate filled fist
You kicked mud at my face when I was already beat
I worked my way to the sky
then you let go & let me slide
The higher I climb the deeper I fall
The deeper I fall the steeper my crawl
The higher I climb the longer I fall
The longer I fall the steeper my crawl
You spat hate at my face when I was already down
I launched myself to the sky
then you let go & let me slide
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Ma5on (
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Comments4
Interesting energy to what appears to be a personal dialogue. I wonder if this was written to self or directed at someone specific in your life?
WWFM,
the enjoyment of wriying a poem like this is leaving the reader to decide!
Thanks for commenting, most appeciated
Ma5on
It's all appeared in Greek language!
Orch,
has it really?
ma5on
Yes, it does sometimes - it's a blip!
Orchi,
I have changed the font...does this make a difference?
regards
ma5on
Yes lol - in English now! Though I can translate Greek to English letters slowly, but then have to know what the words mean. Doh!
Launching oneself and being (finally) let go to soar is such a freeing feeling! 🙏🏻🕊
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