Gravity
I
Mold a stone,
Make it your own,
With your hand it bleeds.
Put 'A' in effort,
Pulling your self back and forth,
They seemed mislead.
Catch a phrase,
I'll spill the beans,
"You catch the wrong interpretation of what I did."
II
Withal,
You're trying to get out of mediocrity,
but the gravity inside it seems so strong,
it keeps pulling you back.
You, who did everything to get that success out of a vicious hand,
But what, gets really nothing but nothing you truly deserve?
I am now out of words, gravity
Whilst you have the power,
I'm stuck with mediocre & melancholia.
YOU ARE READING
Far Side of the Moon
PoetryNow, I am exposing what's on the unlit part of the moon. What you haven't seen. What you haven't heared. What you do not know. In form of poorly written poetries, prose and short stories. Highest rank: #4 in Poetry (08/06/17)
