Be the first to take notice,
To the notices on the prison fence,
And the desert all around,
This is the place you're meant to be,
Please, take me somewhere with a spring and a fall
I am tired of the crunch of sands and snow under the weight of my bare feet.
No matter where I go the wounds on my feet will forever follow me,
Hollow as I may be.
Behind the prisons gates, on the far end of a no man's land,
Is where lays my mind,
Content with its constant running.
Even though the motor is starting to sound poor,
It never stops,
Getting in the way, of where I'm going,
Can you see I cannot go anywhere without it running in my head,
And I am comforted with the heart that I lay in bed,
I hate that I have already grown such deep roots for this one,
And they just keep on growing into the ground,
Please don't let them take to their root,
Just yet I have always loved the idea of being free.
And I guess that it always been my brain that's been keeping my heart caged away,
That I can not set free, to rest.
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The Damning Of My Poet Soul
PoetryAnd all it took was one neat paragraph in pen. Enjoy some small teen me starting from like 2016 to like idk late 2018 I think early2019 I'm doing some rereading and retitling cuz numbers idk Thank you readers for over 4k reads. like is it good tho...
