The Girl with No Name II
I could write of many things
Some good and some bad
But what I get in the end
Is the serenity I long for
When I was with you
My mind became a swirl
It was happiness you see
But what you did to me
Is create the beast in me
You ripped out my heart
Tore it apart
Right from the start
I aim for your heart
Don’t you see the rage
I’m out of my cage
And what you see
Is the beast in me
I howl
Tis foul
I growl
You run
You’re done
No sun
You hide
We collide
I skin you’re hide
Oh the lust burns
My heart yearns
What is this feeling
It’s a bloody feeling
Have I lost my way
I’m changing today
I’m lost
Turned to frost
I toss
Turn
Burn
Can’t stop the voice
Need to make a choice
Just a taste
Not to make haste
It’ll be a sweet taste
Oh the insanity in me
There is a beast in me
So I lock myself in a cage
Because of all this rage
The girl with no name
She played her game
Now I lost my own name
Let this be the beginning
A road life changing
Let this be a journey
As I write my poetry
That leads me
To my serenity
© Isaiah Barber
About the Author
Writing came about for me, in my life, when I was 16 years of age. Before that however, more to my story is needed. My mother left my father when I was 3. Most children develop an emotional attachment to the mother, but I was the opposite. I became a destructive child as a result. When I was 9, my mother decided to take me to Oregon from Washington but it didn’t end there. After a year she took me to Kansas, away from family and my father. To be brief with this portion of my story, I went from destructive to complete and utter depression and despair.
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