Cracked Wall

Fri, 07/01/2016 - 12:11 -- ndg24

Ever since i was young 

i grew up all alone 

i carried a hammer 

to try and repair my home 

but nothing seemed to work

until i was relieved and shown 

the power of poetry 

on a bet tv show 

i wanted to be like them 

i wanted their flow 

i wanted to be happy 

i wanted that code

 i would've punched it in 

and made the whole place blow 

just to see people smiling 

from the way i've grown 

it's helped me through everything 

and the nights that were cold 

it's funny how your heart feels 

as you get old 

you become closed off 

and you don't know the dose 

that could save your life 

and plant the post 

a post that would say 

i love myself the most. 

But that could be torn down

by the demons and the ghosts 

floating around your spirit 

and the crazy unknown 

they'd try to push you off the cliff

while your blind folded and closed 

you've gotta be open 

or the light will blow

and you'll be left with nothing 

just a empty home. 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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