Sub -Concious
Tears. from under my shades
I take my hand and wipe them away
If people saw them what would they say
but they keep falling like a replay
Fears. they get in the way
of what I think and what I portray
of what I do and what I negate
of when I'm calm and when I'm irate
I hear a voice in my brain
that says on earth I will not remain
but while I'm here there's people to change
so give yourself with nothing to gain
Bags. form under my eyes
from staying up until the sunrise
filling paper line after line
until I find peace-time after time
I preach, but not in a church
on cement isles and acres of dirt
and I will never finish my work
until those who are last become first
I take my hand and wipe them away
If people saw them what would they say
but they keep falling like a replay
Fears. they get in the way
of what I think and what I portray
of what I do and what I negate
of when I'm calm and when I'm irate
I hear a voice in my brain
that says on earth I will not remain
but while I'm here there's people to change
so give yourself with nothing to gain
Bags. form under my eyes
from staying up until the sunrise
filling paper line after line
until I find peace-time after time
I preach, but not in a church
on cement isles and acres of dirt
and I will never finish my work
until those who are last become first
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.