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
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Author:
The 2 A.M Writer (
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
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Comments1
we should all strive to reach our highest self don't stand still. I like the way you put this together. ww
Thank you! And yes we should
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