Poems from Allypilots 21
what a disgrace i am
what a waste of life i have become
what a blasphemous thing i have started
what a liar i am
what a self-pitying person...
take me away
outside of this room
down the hill you drive up
and leave me on the curb
like a discarded piece of trash
for i would be safer...
am i alive?
am i plummeting to the sky
or flying on the ground
it feels the same
but nothing around me
is the same
am i alive?
am i being...
Past
she took the face of her palms
and lifted them to the lonely cloud
wishing, hoping for
even a drop to
kiss her hand
to, tell her it...
there is a canvas
i have painted
i don't like it
it is filled with
things
no one should have to see
but i have seen them
and they are not...