Poems from Grahamacre00
I hate myself and want to die
The chant in my head
As I try to work
Sunlight in the windows
But none of it falls inside
I hunch forward...
I want to be a creator
A contributer
and every day my field lies fallow
my soul rots
and I slowly fade
I could climb the brick walls of my father's face
Abraided by years and razor burns
I keep my distance just in case
His gaze emerges from...
I writhed across the stars, one night, dreaming of the fars
Where in tropical nations, conceivably, the sky turned gradations
Of warm...
I must constantly fend
for my self esteem
because I wound easy
and when on the mend
I get mean