My own body rejects
my soul, a poison.
Even it detects
this unforgettable treason.
I lie and I cheat
and I run and I steal.
I yell and I beat,
None of me is real.
I've lost my way,
I don't know what to do.
If only you could stay,
I would turn to you.
You have the solutions,
you bring out my best.
You filter my pollutions
cleaning me of my mess.
But you are so far
and I am just your memory,
as a distant star:
Now... You barely see me.
Author notes
Just finished. Enjoy more self-loathing and depression. Joy.
-Nick
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Hood- Winked!
This is an amazing write. It makes me think of someone trying to reach out and help you and when you get almost there it is like it is out of your reach.Thank you for sharing.
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Hood-Winked!
Wow I love the title!! Such a sad write of a lost love. I could feel all your pain and sorrow. The rhyme and flow are perfect. Great emotion and imagery. Stunning to say the least.
You have just been Hood-Winked courtesy of the Poetic Bandits
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Hood-wink!
This is sad, especially since I can relate to it so well. Moving piece.
It is a pleasure to discover another rhymer on the site!!!
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It will get better nick. You just need to give it time.
I'm sure you probably hear that a lot. Sorry.
But this probably helps, at least you're getting it out, putting it on paper.
Love the name btw. -
you have to be able to help yourself and clean yourself up a bit before you can really turn to someone. This is very angsty, hope you're alright.
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