What Is Real

Dark poetry of life

Try and catch me in the real world but you can never win, Try and see me in domestic bliss but hell knows where I’ve been.

Pushing down long silver grass for all my sin.

What is shining sensitive occurred inside my soul, With no human listening or a soothing hand to hold.

And I won’t be leaning on your Angel or your God, Souls that shall receive me are more gentle in this world.

Divine creatures sprawling in my heart.

So don’t you get all beaten up where daily cruelty lives And don’t you get chewed over on a regular sad basis.

I hope your fate is full of First World privileges.

See I cannot tell you just how hard life is to read, And you cannot tell me now Just who I ought to be I jumped a high-rise window to spectacularly free.

What is gold and precious here occurred in a bleeding heart As folks weren’t into helping out I dragged me through the dirt.

With little food or money and where no one dreamed at all, They liked to kick me down and loved to see me fall.

Then the day arrived to stand alone and save myself, I never looked for light or hope through words of someone else.

That’s why I’m so much stronger now than anyone you know, What was my creative hell had life force of its own.

Now I paint new stars in the attic, I raise a rhythm like magic.

Some days I flirt like fire unbridled in my show,

See no weather can trouble me I’m boundless down the road. And I wish you well,

Your blind faith is prettier than snow.

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© America Zed. Other Poetry by America Zed.