Ground Level Peace

The 2 A.M Writer

Reaching out the wall

Brick by brick, my fingers stretch 

Ashes, ashes, we fall

Stuck on the same old ledge

 

I keep the canteen and savor the sympathy

I shake your hand, and trash your philosophy

Sound the trumpet for my symphony

Another tale of woe and pity

 

My nails are cracked from scratching 

I have yet to use the shovel

All relationships damaged by pitiful latching

How comfortable am I really on ground level?

 

So who's to blame?

For the never ending game

The circus of full circles

In the end, I'm the reason the solution is infertile

 

Devil's soil, I'm the caretaker

 

 

  • Author: The 2 A.M Writer (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 27th, 2016 13:58
  • Comment from author about the poem: Decided to try a different rhythm of rhyme this time; Meaning is about remaining stagnant in bettering yourself essentially
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • willyweed

    we should all strive to reach our highest self don't stand still. I like the way you put this together. ww



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