GOOD RIDDANCE!!

It consumes me like a raging fire
I am churned within and turned Inside
Disturbed,
My mind now like concrete,
Mixed up and stuck together,
Useless.

 When concrete dries,
Making it useful is nigh impossible,
It's like walking on an edge,
Your whole life under siege,
Why did I breach my pact
Now I need a new bridge.

 It's the voice of a lost soul
That needs to be sought
It was once bought and  fortified,
But I guess the buyer had a debt
And is now indebted to me forever

 When I remember the escapades,
In my chest,my heart heavily pounds,
Mind and judgement densely clouded.
I tremble at it's mention,
At it's utterence I shudder
Shivers and chills run down my spine
I mean,
Was it that rooted

 I try to write about hate ,
But my hands cramp 
Just to show how painful  hate can be
So I avoid all that pulls the trigger in my mind,
Realeasing the bullets of ashes dug up
From a past that would rather be burried ,
I choose to forget,
So,
Good riddance to it all.

Comments

  1. Kevinvaliant23 January 2019 at 21:05

    My poet😍😍

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  2. Leen🤩23 January 2019 at 22:06

    Awesomely written 😍😍

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  3. Favor khaoya24 January 2019 at 02:21

    Yeeeeeey!!!😍😍that's my girl...this piece is lit...one that anyone can relate too day to day life . Am proud of you

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  4. Unknown24 January 2019 at 07:09

    Woooooow that's breath taking

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  5. Unknown24 January 2019 at 07:39

    Mmmmhhhhh...... You're heading somewhere Miss poetria😂😂

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