Maybe This Will Be My Cure

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by Arcassin Burnham


Am I alive or just breathing in a dead corpse,
The silence is where my heart use to be,
God coming through for me,
Harvested the honey tree,
O! How I was just a simpleton to everyone's superiority
In bashfulness and disloyalty,
But I'm me,
What about you,
Like what about you,
I don't like you,
You didn't believe in me when I was kicked down on the
Ground with a hundred feet stomping me,
Doing things for myself is always the best company,
I wondered what I would've done if I hadn't been just doing
Things for me,
It's the best cup of tea,
That myself gave to me ....... of that makes any sense,
I don't know maybe this is my cure after all.

  • Author: Arcassin Burnham (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 8th, 2017 11:01
  • Comment from author about the poem: ©abpoetry2017 http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/05/maybe-this-will-be-my-cure-featured-on.html
  • Category: Forgiveness
  • Views: 42
  • Users favorite of this poem: audreewho, Dawn Von Rue.
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Comments2

  • swingline

    An occupied body (doing things) leaves no time to be occupied (in thought) by them . You are what you make out of yourself . Don't let others make you .

  • Dawn Von Rue

    Absolutely amazing



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