I'm welled up,
with emotions
like a clustered bridge.
stains and tears
in my dreamy eyes
like a canal
flooded by filth,
I need a dose,
to close my eyes
and dream less of this world
cut up in banality
My favorite part of this great poem. You do it so well, I love poetry and literary tragedy. I can tell it came from your heart, in a moment of venting. Thank you for sharing these words.
Yeah it came from my heart, it was a beautiful moment and quite a nervy one for me. Im a writer that takes advantage of my emotions to create beautiful piecies. Im glad you appreciate this.