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kaanibaa
United Kingdom
1169 Posts |
 Posted - 26 Nov 2011 : 23:54:08
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I shed blood
Which drips on paper
Deemed frivolous
By fellow citizen
Who though we share
A common heritage
Has a bearing totally opposed to mines
With a heavy heart I sit
On my sofa of comfort
But feeling no comfort at all
As fellow citizen jumps in jubilation
In the parks and fields with joy
Shaking green leaves of victory
In my sorry face
Yet I know deep down
He too feels a sorrow of a deeper kind
For which he invents a shroud
Uncovering which can expose
Jittery conflicts that haunt his slumbers at night
I take comfort that I have shown my true color
Whereas he takes a camouflage of tree leaves
To hide his resentful soul
So I cry pools of blood
On this which was to bring me joy
Alas that thunder was allegedly stolen
Making me look towards another fiver in years
To undo this farcical reign
Perhaps I shall remain a dreamer
But that for is a better option
Than that of hiding in a skin
Which hurts me like hell
But which I bear to shade my self
A friend tells me to bear
But I say nay to that now
For the in me is so great
Masking it is gonna kill me dead
So out I must with it to bare
Caring naught who sees my tears
The bloody tears of my dejection
All this while I wonder
What makes me different from
Citizen G
The answer to that is buried
In the route if egoism
Which sells a false front
Hidden in sheepskin
That covers that dirty wolf
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Edited by - kaanibaa on 27 Nov 2011 00:36:07 |
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