Hello,
I'm yet still making poems.
This poem is to describe how days feel like.
I hope you enjoy it.
Days of darkness, feeling like the dead eating on my carcass.
I stay inside, trying to hide away from all of the tears that I cried.
Still to be not known, feeling like I'm in this world all alone.
Trapped in the days of no light, wondering how do I win this fight.
Doing everything I can with all of my might.
I still try to win the fight, the fight of my own darkness.
My flow is yet still monstrous, trying to fulfill my only promise.
I write these words to show the power that I harness.
Days of darkness without seeing light, I'm stuck in my shell while all of these bugs bite.
I scream out loud as my body disappears, all of these insects gnawing at my ears.
Yet I fail to hear what my father told me, tried to send me out to what I was suppose to be.
Always inside I try to flee to protect myself from the death of me.
Yet I'm still here from the power I harness, best believe these are my days of darkness.
Thank you for reading my poem.
Please show your support.
I'm in the process of trying to find a job to write poems, hopefully something will come up.
Comment and let me know what you think.
Be sure to check back for more poems.
Regards,
Brian Crowell
I'm yet still making poems.
This poem is to describe how days feel like.
I hope you enjoy it.
Days of darkness, feeling like the dead eating on my carcass.
I stay inside, trying to hide away from all of the tears that I cried.
Still to be not known, feeling like I'm in this world all alone.
Trapped in the days of no light, wondering how do I win this fight.
Doing everything I can with all of my might.
I still try to win the fight, the fight of my own darkness.
My flow is yet still monstrous, trying to fulfill my only promise.
I write these words to show the power that I harness.
Days of darkness without seeing light, I'm stuck in my shell while all of these bugs bite.
I scream out loud as my body disappears, all of these insects gnawing at my ears.
Yet I fail to hear what my father told me, tried to send me out to what I was suppose to be.
Always inside I try to flee to protect myself from the death of me.
Yet I'm still here from the power I harness, best believe these are my days of darkness.
Thank you for reading my poem.
Please show your support.
I'm in the process of trying to find a job to write poems, hopefully something will come up.
Comment and let me know what you think.
Be sure to check back for more poems.
Regards,
Brian Crowell