- Incomplete,
- Defeat,
- These are the words that I hear,
- These are the things that knock me off of my feet,
- These words are of what I fear,
- These words tell me when the end is near,
- These thoughts,
- These words are more painful then they appear,
- These are the things that steer my direction,
- These are the words that bring me to my reflection,
- These words lacerate me like a dissection,
- These words are my hate and my infection,
- These words they fill me like a straight injection,
- These are the things that divide me in section after section until I fall apart,
- These are the things that break my heart,
- These are the everything that doomed me from the start,
- These are the pains that have consumed me and every last part of me with breath,
- These are words of death,
- These are things that are left,
- This pain has made me deaf to the sound of my own soul and now all that remains is what I cannot complete,
- These are struggles in which I cannot compete,
- These memories left I cannot delete,
- This pain just seems not to deplete,
- I have nothing to gain so I accept these words of defeat,
- These are the things that knock me from my feet,
- I am not complete.
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Author:
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Published:
June 27th, 2017 02:56
- Comment from author about the poem: The feeling of being beyond repair and incomplete like nothing's ever good enough.
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