Kingly's Poems

Broken

I can be,

the light that I can't see,

the light they want to see.

To lose is yet again to never lose,

I can run but yet again I can never find the right place to hide,

I'm broken and on the ground lays my many parts,

my soul is made like an image that I never considered to be an amazing piece of art,

I'm down and they're up,

I'm broken every where and they're not,

I try to run hoping that I'll come to the place many calls fun, many calls home.

I don't want to cry for the day I'll die,

I'm here and my body and is yet again full of its own fear,

Please let me die here,

Please leave me body to rot my dear,

Please don't hold me tight, for I have no fear,

Leave please for I'm already here.

I'm broken,

My words are unspoken,

For today my death is woken.

-Kingly Sanon

From my book " Bad In L.A"