Walking down the wooden stairs
wishing that I couldn't care
when all you do is just stand there
and look at me with your disappointed stare.
Can't you see I want to be alone
where nothing but my own thoughts are known?
No displeasure to be shown
When you're your protector, all alone.
Keep things clear and in the dark
my head's been hurting for far too long.
A blackbird that changed into a lark,
too tired to hold you and sing your song.
So I dig a trench inside my soul
and send out creativity from where my comfort springs.
I have to give in before I feel too old;
my destruction from this place is sure to bring.
Author notes
I wrote this is class while I was trying to get my creative flow back so I could write this story I've been working on. I guess it's just my feelings about my life right now. Maybe you can relate.
Tell me what you think.
Comments
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Yes I can realte to this im my personal life too. This write is wonderful. I like it.
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Hey, this is a really good piece. Really descriptive and a lot of people can probably relate to it quite a bit.
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