Open Poetry #46 |
Slake |
pinkfrog462 Junior Member
since 2010-09-24
Posts 26Arizona |
Slake I can't seem to move I can't seem to feel Do you know If I am real I wonder why I wonder how Did this energy slip Did I lose my vow I can't get up I can't use my legs I'm asking now I cry out my begs Please dear father Give me this My ability to dismiss Is it a punishment Is it a crime Why must I break out Break out in rhyme The pressure is building This is a metaphor You must understand I am speaking in an open door I lost my temper I lost everything Now I must give back What he did bring I must return The favor he gave Never taking it now To my solemn grave For more poems visit my website at www.wordsbybeth.com |
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