lost and found again
In a search for pleasure i have choosen to become lost but at what cost? Because being lost is a ball only to end somewhere in the fall. I don't know how much of my life has passed me by to turn back or if it is already my time to di. All i know is after i hit the ground at last I almost hear no sound! So here I lie on the ground frying only 2B found eye can almost sea what i am really mint to be. So I know once I return to my feet all of these addictions finally will be beat. Win I reach down to stand up from the ground it's only because of friends like you i am truly found. if anyone can figure out what the shape of the poem is please take a stab the original of mine was not visually shaped this one just kind of happened after i wrote it so i shaped it further to make it. all i can say is this is the first and only poem that i have wrote in my life and maybe the only. i am horrible with my grammer in the first place but working on it or a happy medium. i have a couple conditions that really dont help out a slight form of autism that carries language problems but really boosts my mathmatics so for me it is still a blessing . i choose to spell certain things certain ways on purpose for a reason. this poem is from and just because of a near death experience of my own. this is a altered version from the original but i like it better even though i screw with the grammer a little actually on purpose. and i wanted a visual shape to it . i wanted to put a little more thought into it and some plays on words 2 make it a little closer the the NDE and a little feel of what and/or i was going through visually at the time . also I lied I did hear a sound when i hit the ground and it said "I'm gonna get you" lol and i am not joking. He thought differently from me but thats ok for i dont eat donuts but still it was almost the death of me but thats another story for now it's over and hope it stays that way. thanks before laters and to all a good knight. bless you all for whenever and whatever you believe in for i feel it too. For anyone who asks i will show you were my real art is. i will tell but i dont want to advertise on here so just ask and i will show sorry it is not in words but spoken with fire and it is not destructive at all well sometime my hair dont think so but owell. I picked up 2 new comments in 3 hours so i promise you guys i will write again for i really like this place kind of feel at home which is not to often. Thanks everyone.
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