Why does it all have to be so heavy?
Why is it constantly dragging me down
The ware and Tare so obvious when I look in the mirror
Wrinkles from wearing to many a frown
Hopes and dreams gone in a puff of smoke
Phantom pains crawling my length
Self inflicted scars bearing memories
Haunting voices disturbing my sleep
Sick and tired of being told that's life
Neck hurts from hanging my head in defeat
My eyes reveal my mileage through hell
I feel the bones splinter in my feet
Another wanderer lost in the storm
Repeating the things that have broken my soul
Been looking for happiness
But never knew the way to go
By LukeCoomer ©
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Comments2
Good poem
Thank you mniko!
OKAY
Thanks Santi,
its easiest to see the light when your surrounded by the dark
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