Friday, March 9, 2018

Day 68: Small cracks

I could never see light of it
as I drown on the sea of needs
I bleed blue and my tears are black
as the ink of the pen crawls on my skin
I get sick on the sight of paper
embracing red ink
or pink if you prefer
I cannot comprehend and memorize at the same time
Expected to perform however life sucks
asking for help frustrates you even more 
as the judging papers about to come
The sea of ink is about to drown
people who are just too down
to even fight back
they keep saying that this is only a test
which is really ironic
I'll get the trigger 
somebody pull the gun and cock it
now this poem makes no sense
I'm just really stressed

No comments:

Post a Comment