Look but can't touch
Speak but not too much
Hurt and confuse
Me and my jumbled up muse
They all want to fuse
And I realize that I'm going to lose
Mind blanked out for a second
Thoughts like these are considered as a weapon
Left all alone
With nothing but beds of stone
Looked off in the distance I see a throne
Surrounding the throne is alot of bones
Turned around when I heard a painful moan
Trying to find it but realized that it was my own
Looked at my stomach I see blood running down
Looked up when I heard a sound
Felt my heart started to pound
When I saw that a girl had walked to me with a frown
Sat on her head was a crown
Sticking out of my stomach was a big size stone which was round
Wondering how that could cause a big cut but was shocked at what I found
Sharp spikes shooting out of the stone; then and there I wished that I hadn't came to this town
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts of the Hopeful & Broken Ones
PoetryThoughts of the hopeful and broken ones can be deadly Knowing not what we are thinking Like quick sand the pain and the ache have us sinking Deep down in a dark part of our mind But a smile like ours makes them have nothing to find
