Between this and that we contemplate
I'm stuck in the middle a messy slate
They say I got too much on my plate
Your part you haven't yet played
They're blind and deaf to my cries
To compensate, I act, I lie
My hands turn rough and bruised
Asked to trade my brains, "it's never used."
Words sharp pierce deep the core
Cutting deeper, slicing more and more
I'm driven by hate in a corner lurking
Smiling to survive, despite cheeks hurting
The clouds looming over my head
Must be obvious without asking
Why I'm in my room glued to my bed
With lonely thoughts needlessly sulking
I smile as I must since mother knows best
I must skip dramas, or else karma
Will stab me 10 times in my chest
I'm wanted to be like a walking pinterest
With an unseen strength, feeling the power
I want to scream, break through shackles
That pin me down, I pray in late hours
Lord get me out, I'm fed up of daily battles
Lead me to a place of peace, where I sleep
Work and serve you how you ordered me
Fulfill what I must and reach the holiest land
To praise you, obey your every command
My lord lead me on the path you destined
For me, for us all asking your blessing
I've done wrong in my time, I want to repent
To the master of the day one and the end
You lit a fire within, blue and shades of green
Sparkle my soul like a seed you sowed
Incomprehensible not made for me to see
We'll believe till the day the horn is blown
In the end I say oh lord, mightiest of king
The merciful, the master of everything
Break my chains let me come to you
Take me to promised lands, where your people are living
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Fuzzy Head
PoetryA collection of original poetry by a young literary enthusiast who just wants to let out some feelings and thoughts through the literary art that is poetry.
