...Blisters

By SolApathy

https://youtu.be/I2Fy2-kTyCI?t=16s

Look upon the road roamed
So long and winding, yet I never found a home
Desires, dreams
Contaminated by gravel in these shoes-I bleed
I walk knowing I’ll never find
Peace in these shoes
Blisters broken --I sit upon a midnight swing
Rocking in silence I hear only the rusted metal groan
I jump off knowing I’m not anywhere I’m wanted
My emptiness a crime of a love I’ll never find
Looking back to the verses written
I snap my mental pencil in half
Knowing I’ll never find
Comfort in the dark poetry in which I abound
This pencil I never needed as I realize
I’ve always written in blood
I’m running out and I really don’t care
Because I know I don’t belong anywhere

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Published on Wednesday, June 6, 2018. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

...My first love was the written word--I scream as I know I will never be heard

Comments on "...Blisters "

On Thursday, June 7, 2018, Cattarax (211) wrote:

Blood makes the best ink!! ~*Cat*~
On Thursday, June 7, 2018, I IS ME (380) wrote:

There are many travelers on this path, you are not alone. and we would even say that you are heard.
On Wednesday, June 6, 2018, Devil lyn (345) wrote:

Your verses do echo in my head which means you are heard ... I do not know if this is soul searching, but whatever was lost is sure found in this piece; just read between the lines ... Stunning ... ~Devlin