Homeless

You assume that you know me,
through vacant ties.
Unstable but faithful,
we lie in lye.


My life is but a metaphor,
For bloodletting and paramours.
You tell me that I'm drowning,
but I feel fine.

 

Your quotes from Matthew, Mark and Philippians,
make me want to drink again.
Sleep in silk and vomiting-
Promises to change rattle your spine.

 

My life's becoming more heavy than some
At the age of 21.
You tell me that I'm loved,
but I feel alone.

 

Screams that seep beneath the skin,
somehow sedates the pain within.
Cursing white knuckles,
and tame less cries.

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allets's picture

Powerful Write New York

 

You are an elder at 21 - Lady A

 

 

 

 



Lady A

 

EvieTravieAllie's picture

:)

thank you so much