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Stop Asking What’s The Matter With Me, What’s The Matter With You

01 Nov

Angel Takes Flight

Whats the matter here
Your sitting on the side of a rainy street
Stairing at the puddles glistening in the moonlight watching each raindrop plop down making each and every ring like the tears falling from within your eyes
Yet you ask what’s the matter with me

That is a question raising in my mind everynight
What’s the matter with you
Secluded to yourself
Hiding within your own shadows
And not openeing up to me

What’s the matter here
Like snowflakes falling on a windy and dreary night with a frostbite chill filling the air pulling you farther down beneath more into the black dark pool
Yet you continue to ask
what’s the matter with me

Don’t you see your own soul is falling beneath your dreams sinking and waisting into a deep dark wet cold sea
Can’t you see your very own life drowning and pulling you deeper still

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Posted by on November 1, 2016 in Poetry

 

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