Poems from State of Mess
Woods, leading no where.
Beauty in the field, destroyed by weeds.
Circles and circles, round and around.
I keep tracking through these...
I want to tell you,
believe me,
I really do.
But I can't bring myself to.
You see, it hurts you when you know.
So I hide it from...
I want
nothing.
I feel...
When the mountains call your name.
And the streams, they go away.
But the clouds still come your way
and the earth begins to shake.
...
You beat me,
You yelled in my face,
You slammed my head into the walls.
You broke my soul,
it came crumbling down
today.
I always said...