©I, Nine
I find it hard to want anything,
I see is pointless to need,
I drown in the sea of your faces,
I get lost seeing you feeding,
I get fooled by innuendoed places,
I get tooled by the cutest and best,
I find solace in wordless music,
I see the rise and fall of the tide,
I'm left bare in each descending wave,
I dread the feelings locked inside,
I try to keep my head held up high,
I look within and cry and cry,
I wade through the rising water in me,
I sludge every step of the way,
I wake to another drum hum day,
I take what I must but loathe it being free,
I have strings attatched to what's not mine,
I dont want to die before my coming time,
I muster the strength for one more smile,
I walk a few feet, it seems like miles,
I heal with green on my side,
I am over come with purple as I stride along,
I wonder why as I add and divide.
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