M's Poetry
Anonymous
Anonymous
You walk into a room
sometimes the bitter
sometimes the hopeful tune
and even when you leave
you consume my thoughts
it's not right...
the hands are captured
and I am caught
once again running after the impossible
once again just a shiny object in the dark
why don't you just light a match?
at least burn me in the light
my blindfold is just too tight.....
When will we rise above this place?
the fake smiles paint a sad face
I wish you would understand
what is done harmful to a child
stays forever in their mind
occupying a lethal revolver of space
it's never over....
it's never simple...
it's never anonymous
so I wish I was a bird
a passenger on a train
running from my mind
seems as though
no matter the time
it doesn't disappear
the after taste burns my tongue
like the hitting of the belts
nothing stays silent under the rug
so I wish I could
rise above it
I wish it never started
but my penny is wasted
at the bottom of the wishing well
and someday I would like to say
I would find why I went through this hell
but until I find enough band aids
let me stay anyonymous.....
2007@ Megan Watkins
You walk into a room
sometimes the bitter
sometimes the hopeful tune
and even when you leave
you consume my thoughts
it's not right...
the hands are captured
and I am caught
once again running after the impossible
once again just a shiny object in the dark
why don't you just light a match?
at least burn me in the light
my blindfold is just too tight.....
When will we rise above this place?
the fake smiles paint a sad face
I wish you would understand
what is done harmful to a child
stays forever in their mind
occupying a lethal revolver of space
it's never over....
it's never simple...
it's never anonymous
so I wish I was a bird
a passenger on a train
running from my mind
seems as though
no matter the time
it doesn't disappear
the after taste burns my tongue
like the hitting of the belts
nothing stays silent under the rug
so I wish I could
rise above it
I wish it never started
but my penny is wasted
at the bottom of the wishing well
and someday I would like to say
I would find why I went through this hell
but until I find enough band aids
let me stay anyonymous.....
2007@ Megan Watkins
