He knew it the moment he opened his eyes,that the feeling of dyin would take over his life,he was alone and quiet with his pain held inside,the feeling of forgotten had some how swept dry,he pushes and pushes and fights for his life,this moment of weakness had still won this fight,he begs and he whispers im done with this shit,my mind is taken over by this feelin i give,my hands are sweaty filled with gritt,the moment i felt is some how mischief,i dig deep to find wut i hide inside only to conjure this feeling is pride,so i swollow and gulp and boom its inside,but i cant seem to figure out y my mind is so fryed,im stuck in a world were the rain never stops im holding on to life cause my heart never drops,i pray and i whale the man in the mirror,fuk this whole world im about to make it clearer,he digs for the pain that he feels inside,throws it on the ground and stomps it with pride,screams to the world i cant be broken u try so hard but my mind is only soaking,knowledge is power the wise men say watch me grow old while my work is at play…….
Poetry
Likes
1243 Views
Share: