STOLEN LINES:
“ The way the hunger begs and claws, under wires red, raw and wet"
FROM THIS POEM:
I care too much what people think a tattooed tapestry of ink
It feels normal to be scared so I wear my feelings on my sleeve
Where what you get is more confused, so I write each emotion down
The battle rages on inside, where ravaged thoughts are all that’s found
Am I strong, can I be tough will I ever be enough. Settling for what you want to give, a masterpiece they sell as love
Can’t read the writing on the walls
Or remember things I can’t forget
The way the hunger begs and claws, under wires red, raw and wet"
A hoarder lost inside this mess
So many voices here, inside
Round and round and round I guess
Trade sanity for borrowed lies
They say don’t do it then change their minds
The prime suspects of bartered time
A Gypsy soul Without a home
Translucent transient of pain
A beggar borrowing lost souls
Who frequently forgets my namE
My memories feel unreliable
Distorted feelings of revenge
Discounted love deemed irresponsible
The vicious cycle never ends
Until next time, just settle in
Leave a list of your demands
We will revisit this again
When what I feel I understand
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
Telling stories my heart needs to tell <3 life is a journey, not a competition
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