The wall
Smack
The ground
Smack
Myself
Smack
Does the world not know the sound
Of the sound of a personal beat down
Look at me
I'm hurting myself
Smack, crash, burn
The eyes of the weary glance over me
Some snicker at the bruises left at the beating
Laying there in a pool of blood
Do I realize I'm the only one
Who knows my own pain
That's unfortunate
God this sucks
Just take it away
This life, the noise
It's such a pain
But on the moment I trickle my feet
Do I finally find one that meets
An equal standard to me
I take the hand and prance the dance
For now I'm happy
That I am
The eyes meet and the beating begins
Transferring my pity
To the others I plan
This sick plan will not stand
But for now it is all I have
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The Poetry Gripe
PoetryWelcome to a collection of poems I've written over the years. Some are a true delve into meaning and life. While others struggle with love and strife. The path ahead is not so easy. Please be careful reader, the mind is not so easy.
