Everytime you give in
Is a moment I can't win
Throw in the towel; life
My day's under the knife
A place I can't restore
Behaviors I can't ignore
Movement on effect
Wondering what's next
Count it as a skip day
You'll argue anyways
Transparent; hidden
Where do I begin?
These subjects tired
As my body; wired
To expect the least
For all eyes to feast
What good can it be
Focus on the negativity
Before I lay down
My chiseled crown
Erodes and reshapes
When I was left alone
Your whimpers hone
My deafened ear
As you're not here
Say what you will
Leave me to hell
Figuring the error
As the soul wears
To forgotten time
Within tries; rewind
When will I see you?
To the one that is true
An excuse for it all
Yet you take the fall
Not knowing the truth
What you continue to do
Effects me, too; anew
Submitted: September 25, 2024
© Copyright 2025 Bryan Smithson. All rights reserved.
Facebook Comments
More Poetry Poems
Discover New Books
Boosted Content from Other Authors
Book / Romance
Short Story / Other
Short Story / Other
Poem / Poetry
Boosted Content from Premium Members
Book / Thrillers
Short Story / Humor
Short Story / Literary Fiction
Short Story / Literary Fiction
Other Content by Bryan Smithson
Book / Romance
Book / Religion and Spirituality
Book / Religion and Spirituality