Constantly these doubts keep
burning up on me.
I tried to supress it, but it needs
Some release.
For if there is no escape its his
garden.
Its different than the garden
of Adam & Eve
No notes, tell me why
is it so different this time?
Eventhough i told you, you would
Need to recommunicate it.
Honestly i dont know What's real
Anymore.
& i dont know if i can keep this longer,
For everytime i put out the fire it boosts
Up the flame.
And im sitting through the red lights
Might bow to you in dissension,
Might ascend into a new dimension,
For the Obvious thing to say was that
I wish you would hear my thunder before striking me with your lightning...
I tried to believe them, lost all hope.
But it's too late now, for the time is
Running out and i just saw the other
Side, so i know its coming now.
YOU ARE READING
Critique
PoetryCritique is a poem based on my Existential crisis Its filled with frustration, anger, sadness and disappointment
