I’ve lost sleep over all these devils in my life
For far too long
They just keep building up in my mind
But I’m dealing now
I wish we could rewind back to the times
When these songs held more meaning
Than those empty bottles of yours did
Hues of color spilling from your mouth
In the form of lies to me
Just like the colorful marks
Your fist left as your creative expression
To my feeble body
Attacking me with every chance
Till all that be left of my torn self image
Was a child, not good enough,
For the father he wished he never had
A heap of twisted remains
Was all that left of me
But I’m getting stronger now
The clock can’t even count how close
I am to finding the real me
Underneath all the wreckage you left
Then ill be absolutely alright.
A contest entry
- Titles! Titles! Titles! :) by xxRainbowDawnxx.
400 points, ended February 3, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
what do you think?
Comments
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Getting lost is good.
Let me know if want different title and I can sort that out for you.
Title: Just a Jiffy Away From Alright.
a jiffy is around I believe, 1000th of a second. XD just to help you out there.

