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Oh what a tragedy
my own soul is mad at me
but who can blame her
after all I made her endure
I may have created a soul eating disease
for which there is no cure
she tells me she wants to leave
so I close my eyes and pretend it’s not real.
if I do it’s not something I have to believe
I don’t have to face what I’ve become
a cloudless sky that is still without a sun
a pearless shell in the dark part of the sea
there’s only one way out I can see
to let silver bleed rubies from ivory
Honest poems on Change Intense Poems regarding Delusion Focused thought on Self
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