To Wade in Pain๐
As the Sadness Wanes
My pain bears no name.
No rhyme.
No formal timeline of existence.
It just simply wades
at the center of my heart.
My inner temple scorches with such warmth
that derives from such eeriness and uncertainty.
This pain bears no name
yet it runs deep.
I have become disillusioned to the people on the street
who walk as if they are truly in such a state of deep sleep, all in a mother fucking sea of zombies
suited up in such materials as Polo and Abercrombie,
as well as everything else literally in between.
It's just business as usual.
yet nevertheless society has never minded me!
I have been that of a phantom, who passionately persists to remind one of such a haunting past.
As I indeed lurk deep into the grime that is the urban jungle.
I CARRY SUCH PAIN.
SUCH HURT.
AND SUCH DESPAIR.
That for now sits
Patiently.
Waiting to see if I would ever truly dare.
to openly express how much no one never really cared.
This pain seemingly knew no end
as the walls that are
my
MIND
begin to gradually
cave in.
About the Creator
Wyld Tha Bard
Spoken word performing artist from Virginia but currently based in Phoenix, Arizona. Feel free to follow my IG @wyldthabard for more updated creative content. Luv and Peace โฎ๏ธ๐๐ณ๏ธโ๐๐ธ
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