From Atop These Houses by ~s3ns3sf@i|_~

by Austin   Jan 23, 2005


From atop these houses
Everything seems so small
Nothing really matters
I think I finally thought of all
The things wrong and all that can hurt
As people watch
You smash my face in the dirt
Mud cakes on my face
I don’t care to wash it off
I wear it like a mask
My tears can’t wash it off
It’s getting harder to walk
My feet can’t carry
The heavy burden placed upon
The broken shoulders and tattered mind
I sink into oblivion
Reaching out to hands that aren’t
They disappear in the mist
Created by my tears

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  • 19 years ago

    by Kill The Complex

    thats pretty good!! a little confusing though! through out the whole poem you were rhyming and then in the end
    "Reaching out to hands that aren’t
    They disappear in the mist
    Created by my tears" that was just kind of a wierd transition but anyway 2 thumbs up!! check out my stuff sometime!!

    Keep Rockin

    Emmerz

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