The pressure's high
Hot smoking steam
Clamored in confusion
I just want to scream
Whether I turn left
Or even in the right way
My missteps
Hinder the day
The walls cave in
Thinking on the whim
Impatience clutters
A level of dire grim
A need for change
Crying out in the desert
Can I be heard
Ineptitude to assert
I need to break loose
Widen the field
Think more clearly
For a foundation's build
The pressure's high
Enclosed in the burrows
My sorrows entrenches
Fallen into a furrow.
Hot smoking steam
Clamored in confusion
I just want to scream
Whether I turn left
Or even in the right way
My missteps
Hinder the day
The walls cave in
Thinking on the whim
Impatience clutters
A level of dire grim
A need for change
Crying out in the desert
Can I be heard
Ineptitude to assert
I need to break loose
Widen the field
Think more clearly
For a foundation's build
The pressure's high
Enclosed in the burrows
My sorrows entrenches
Fallen into a furrow.
8 comments:
As always - a great piece of work. You must have the artsy writing genes in the family =)
Is this poem's theme referring to your marriage? (Ha ha)
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"I need to break loose
Widen the field
Think more clearly
For a foundation's build"
I relate..
Whether I turn left
Or even in the right way
My missteps
Hinder the day
Sometimes it be's like that bro...
awesome poem. I love to read with heart for a long time
Our life is full of color. We should live happily.Let's enjoy our life.
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thanks for sharing this piece of work. keep posting! :) take care xox
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