Thursday, April 23, 2009

Poem #7

I can see.
by Action Wolfe

I could break.
And I will, it's coming.
Waiting for someone to put straw on my back.

I see things.
If you were there, you would know.
It's there and I can feel it but no one else see's it.

He knows it.
He hides it, keeps it in the shadows.
He seems to be sneaky like that which makes me the fool.

Fuck it all.
What, is it worth the pain?
Sometimes I think it could make a brilliant change to this.

Monotony.
It's time for a change, I think.
Just not with the one I expected to change my life with.
xAction Wolfe

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