"Pain Of Mine"
Still I sit surrounded by fear afraid to see
Inside me lives the truth about my roots I must tap into the real me to show proof
Show the world I endure the worst pain rose from the stress and the strain
My mind should be weak yet I'm the opposite of frail
I'm must tell you a tall tail a rather short story
Where life spans are shorter with no expectations to prevail
Well, we were unwelcome to this world unknown to the unborn
Not likely to succeed more than likely we'll bleed on the concrete
As the world turns its another dollar spent
Why do we kiss the currency not knowing where the dollars been
Old money, blood money, where have the profits gone
Old soul new timer when will I be reborn
When will I restore what was destroyed
I mean evolve young man into the heart of a grown man
To understand why you cant sit where you need to stand
"Yes", we can build I'm from and reside in the Ice land where the adolescents wont chill
Getting will not sooth this pain of mine you should feel
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.