Friends lovers passion
streams like a steam liner
bulldozing through me
The waves that seem to
come all so frequently
crashing into my life
my thoughts my soul
Never giving a chance
to swim above it always
floating just on the top
enough to breath in rushed
fast paced sprints
Dieing day by day
hour by hour
minute by minute
take me out of this race
Sun filled days run into
pitch black nights
never feeling the difference
in this cloud filled haze
The darkness comforts me
hides the flaws my face
my pain encased like a
cocoon of wrath made
just for me
I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER
No longer climbing but scaling
these walls nails replaced by
claws leaving imprints in the cement
of this concrete jungle
Dream big they say find you way
they say.... " You Dream Big" !!!
I'm tired of the lies shrouded
in conceptions of long ago truths
Heavy... too Heavy
This veil is too thick
and my eyes are tired
By Debbie Mills Kelly
Dream big. Write big, said the kid next to me in algebra class during pop quizzes. These days I think of "write big" as a way to describe how writers ought to reach farther and further. I like this piece. It's punchy and to the point and won't send you to detention.
ReplyDelete;) Thanks Doc !!! I'll take punchy .... thats pretty much me ..lol. Thanks again for reading !:)
ReplyDeleteLovely Debbie~
ReplyDeleteThank you Lucy !! :)
ReplyDeleteAnother engaging read, Debbie. Keep 'em coming.
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