Seems to have happened
In flash
A dash
As I once flew
But then crashed
Into a fiery pile
And after a while
Finding myself
Frowning more
Than having a smile
As life tends to compile
That which goes
Unhealed after a while
And a powder keg if you will
Finding that life and time
Around me still moved
While I was standing still
As the evidence revealed
Hurting deeply
And lips always sealed
Then went to constantly unsealed
And what for
As more and more
Time after time
As I would find
That I
Kept hitting
The ceiling and floor
Wrecked at the core
As life had become
Such a bore
Attack after attack
And unsure exactly
On how to hit back
Becoming docile
After a while
With eyes glassed over
Hiding within a shell
Undercover
And would hover
As opposed to levitate
And arriving late
To my own party and race
As fate would seem
Living dirty instead of clean
And whatever fell and ran amuck
In between
All while looking
In the mirror
At a very different reflection
And going in the wrong direction
My own rival
My very own nemesis
As this persists
Couldn't seem to resist
Open hands
With no closed fists
And going up and down a list
That had no real movement
Anywhere
The misguided and the unfair
As I would
Take a pause
Stop and stare
But still not getting
Anywhere
Nowhere
No care
Self respect lost
Along with partial dignity
For what I had become
Was my own worst enemy
P+
by
Design
DU LIEST GERADE
The Aftermath
PoesieJust wanted to get some heavy things off of my mind and chest and forget all the rest. And dig down deep into my core and to let the whole world know that when it comes to being me, there is so much more. And I'm not through yet and finally giving m...
