My Trend | Poem

"When I couldn't speak, the pen spoke for me." - Steven O. Lynn

My first poem I ever wrote...more to this story to come. It's not about how you start, it's more so about how you choose to finish....

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I’m filled with days of old

The good ones have come and gone

For my heart is cold

Hoping for the sight of dawn

Pain fills my eyes

As I listen to a saddening tune

Acid teared sight

As my anger is ever more fuel

For my waking heart

It suffers with agony

I lay stiff but shaking

So wanting empathy

My veins ever showing fury

As the rage courses through

I’m my own jury

Guilty is what I choose

The fire is to hot too hold

Trying ever to release a beast

My soul is a home for it

But my body is the host, and feast

My heart and head pulse

Going simultaneously

Though at times it feels slow and dull

Now it came fierce and rapidly

Trying to free myself from insanity

I beg, scream, mourn, destroy

In order to hinder or satisfy

the urge this demon that uses me…like a toy

But in the end

It sinks into me

I realize my own trend

Empty by my own sin

Wanting so bad for someone to hear me

No one was here with me

Because no one ever was here

Just me

Not mother, nor father, nor sister, nor brother,

nor friends, nor my dog,

Not even a girl who would even bother

Just me, and the same old trend

Fear, Sadness, Anger, Bitterness,

That I see will never end.

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My Trend by SoL

Performance was STAYonLIT

Lyrics were Composed in SoL

Published via Embold with SoL

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MESSAGE FROM THE ARTIST:

This Artistic Piece of Literature is the Sole

Intellectual Property of The Original Author &

Copyright Owner by name of Steven O. Lynn

bka SoL aka Mista STAYonLIT; All Rights Reserved.