Dedicated to my friend
SchoolBathroom
The nightmares are scary, but reality makes them fairytales,
The light fights for it's freedom, but darkness makes sure it fails.
These creations don't just come to mind effortlessly,
And if it does well then I could never class it as poetry.
Emotions blended into words this process can't be altered,
If so then everything you worked for would be shattered.
Humans so called but some are monsters on the inside,
Driven by power and to inginarant to lose their pride.
Here I am with a pen writing these things while people out there are hurting,
Am i doing something great? Am I really helping?
The ink didn't make it's its way on the paper that day,
And that really hurted me, it even pains me to say.
Poetry the trump card in my deck while I play life to the very end,
And I'd like to think persons understands the messages it sends.
To battle the sad reality of and win is my mission,
And I can do so with my poetry in motion.
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Thanks my lovely readers ❤😍.
LifeAt Desiigner out.
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Soulful Whispers
PoetryA small town boy from the Caribbean sharing what's in his expressive mind and broken heart ❤Highest rank #1 in Poetry for 3 weeks❤
