Sick


Sick

I am sick of shouldering, smoldering
I hate being this ash, clash
My mood is poison, frozen
It’s just all I know, show

I can only remember, dismember
This heart of mine, benign
I feel at home in pain, strain
Its time to move, prove

That there is more, lore
Smiles can reveal, be real
Shed this shell, cell
So joy can thrive, strive

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About shoelessboywonder

Poet and cook, I'm just starting out in the web world trying to grow a fan base for my poetry, it seems like its off to a good start and the site is also made for me to improve upon my writing skills so please rate and comment on the poems you like best, feedback is the greatest way to success thanks for checking me out and my site. View all posts by shoelessboywonder

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