Unconfigured Ad Widget

Collapse

Announcement

Collapse
No announcement yet.

Conundrum

Collapse
X
  • Filter
  • Time
  • Show
Clear All
new posts

  • Conundrum

    He gave me the gift of write
    But when I fall I lose faith in all things far and in sight
    Does that loss hurt my maker as well?
    The lowest of lows, is where my gift gains strength
    The possibility of that switching is forever extinct
    My pen becomes sharper as the sorrow becomes darker
    Misfortune on my tail, I guess its a stalker
    So I take a swig of the liquor to feed my temper
    Its like fuel for my poems, make sure you remember
    Sometimes I have conversations with my shadow
    We discuss the paths I chose not to follow
    With my mind's eye I see nothing but more problems tomorrow
    Despair is my air
    Been there since day one
    So its nothing new, bring on the next conundrum

Unconfigured Ad Widget

Collapse
Working...
X