I sit here pouring my soul all of the page
Blood curdling screams, fill the cage.
Drops fall from my hand as I write with rage
Irrisistable is what you call me on stage.
I'm different from who I was.
Rumors spread as fast as bees buzz.
Soft pillows and bears filled with fuzz,
I throw to the ground, onto the soft rugs.
Rage and Fear circling my mind.
My old self, is what I try to find.
I used to be the beautiful, with a powerful bind,
With you I trusted, thoughtless with no spine.
Who am I?
Just a drift of wind in the sky?
A curse forsaken, floating by?
Burdening the world with tears in my eye,
Words can't fix the mess, I just wanting to say goodbye.
Running off into the field of flower.
Alone at last, and me finally in power,
Myself escaping the prison, not long do I cower.
Freedom, not stuck in that tower.
I am finally free.
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Book of Poetry
PoetryI once had a best friend and we've been friends for many years. However, he left me and disappeared from my life. The poems I write are usually about him. I was able to cope by writing those poems. With that, I wanted to help other people with them...
