Poem -
Wasting Time
I hate feeling like I am wasting my time
Adding scars to my heart
Loosing my mind
Like an unlucky dime
Its wasting, its running
Away,
Like the view that never slows enough to capture
The need, the desire, drills deeper into the rupture
The rupture of my heart thats bleeding my sorrows
My sorrows that are forever there, but sometimes lay dormant
Under the physical layer
Of tissue, cell, molecules
Under the tangible layer of my skin
My skin is like a chamelion
Its like a social experiment
Im an actor
Give me a role and ill be the x-factor.
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Hi Miss Wighton, I haven't read you before (my loss I think).......I really liked this write........especially the last four lines........skin of a chameleon, an actor, a social experiment..........great imagery my friend.......and seemed to come from a very honest place...........great read...........well done Miss Wighton...........smiles.......tony xx
thank you very much tony- sending smiles back to you :)))
Thank you very much for your kind words