Found
Sickening.
Blood is thickening.
Got me stuck in side me bickering
No time for snickering
Gotta rip it up and dip it in.
Pains indicative.
Sick it up and pick me up.
From off the ground I found me stuck.
From out the hole I myself dug.
Out the life that others sucked.
And out of me now
And to the ground.
Once where I stood my pain stands loud.
I planted sounds.
I stand here sound.
Above the ground.
So gather round.
Cause I am proud.
Of me now.
To tumble over and and fall right down.
Will never happen now I've been found.
Ive been found.
Found me now.
Finding self is difficult.
Proudness is loud.
Louder than wounds.
Not so typical-ly
See me I free my self glee and see I drown in me.
I drown in sea of fear and plee to have the key to be free.
But I,
I try to not cry,
And to pry the bars that I'm locked inside,
And it worked,
No lie,
Tonight I am free
To cry and cry.
And maybe die.
But why why why
Why would I die
If I myself
Feel so alive.
I live for me
Not for you see
And I can see you judging me
Who fucking cares, cause your not me.
I am me.
Now.
To fumble over long and difficult lines of words in time to fuck my life in metaphorical terms not physically burn my life.
As my planet still turns.
I find myself now
Found self on the shelf of the hatred inside.
And to delve into depths of the pain there to find.
And here I fear the greatest bane of my life.
As I strive to survive I die alive.
I dont wanna die alive.
I want to survive.
So here I am
So hear me now.
Damn.
I fear me now.
For I am strong inside this storm
To pull aside the bolts of thor
And pull out my wings,
For I must soar.
I have found myself now.
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Author:
birdbard (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 19th, 2026 02:10
- Category: Reflection
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