Words ricochet like a bullet…
The world is looking around…
Like who pulled it!
Running around...
And around…
The same trail…
Like a dog chasing…
It`s tail!
Fighting to
Withstand the hail…
while hoping…
Not to be sent…
Like grandmas…
Old mail!
Wrapped like a coil…
Emotions start to spoil…
Heart dark like oil…
Blood about to boil!
Dying to rewrite history…
Mind flooded with…
Overflowing mystory!
Pushing past my adversity…
Realizing that…
The world has no mercy…
So why live so carelessly?
Dancing on the edge…
Of right and wrong…
While sadly being…
Dragged along!
Waiting to exhale…
Standing tall…
I shall not fail!
Shining from your glory…
Bursting to share my story…
A fist full of fury!
Words ricochet like a bullet…
The world is looking around…
Like who pulled it?
So make no mistake…
I will not flake…
Because this dream…
Is mine to take!
~Ryan Edwards~
About the Creator
True Whispers
I am a simple man who loves to write poetry.
Writing poetry has always been a way for me to release my mind, and express my feelings.
To me, poetry has no limits, no walls, no boundaries.
Just an open space to speak from one's heart!
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