Caught in a current of water and electricity
One with the intention to snuff the other
One chain link to thrash another
A constant fucking war of emotions and sobriety
To pierce my skin again is a false paradise
But an island of temporary exile from the angered sea it still is
A 16 year war of a lifetime
Another lie to stack on the burning rubble of promise
Fuck the lamb that will supposedly deliver me again and again
Only to catch me with it's piercing hooks once more
Lift me from my shallow ends and roots to drop me back in another plot
What galaxy will I finally feel a calming warmth?
Rhetorical because I've known the answer for some time now
Forgive me, my unknown destiny or deity
For I shall travel to you ahead of the sun's dial
The night will not transcend for me again
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Author:
The 2 A.M Writer (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Art is subjective in the mind of a 16 year old, as it should be in yours. Feel free to leave what you feel is its meaning to you. Thanks!
- Category: Sad
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