Somerica

Later nor grater

my maker, my sustainer,
that which protects me from danger,
it feels like I'm held together in a container,
can I come back to see you as a favor,
for how long should I wait for you my savior,
I look up and smile for I know I laugh at my own behavior,
you fashioned me so beautifully for you are my creator,
and sometimes I wake up happy and so as nature,
and sometimes I cry for I feel like a traitor,
if my day isn't too please you then it's a failure,
from the man I helped to the smiled I showed to my neighbor,
in a world of a restaurant that serves kindness I am a waiter,
for those who don't understand you I am forever your translator,
it's like a paint that forgot it's own painter,
I may not be a prophet but I will be your conveyor,
in a city that's lost I will be taking the role of a mayor,
Life is like a journey and every time we move we go through a layer,
when I'm connected to you no soul is a stranger,
when my heart is with you I feel so much grater,
to be honest I wished I can be with you sooner than later.

Comments2

  • onepauly

    absolutely one of the best poems I've read in awhile. keep writing.

    • Somerica

      That's too nice 👍 dude. But thank you.

    • burning-embers

      In a city that is lost you will be taking the role as mayor eh? Interesting ambition...... elected mayor by lost votes....

      • Somerica

        Lol your freakin awesome. But yea we follow with our eyes and ears but not our hearts.



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