Its not needed.
It seeps in to the cracks
The cracks of my soul
The thing i had
The thing that I did not know of
Were it came from I don’t know
How it grew…that I do
I feed it all day long
The spite I swallow
The words I whisper
It is no big deal
Rely it’s all it needed
To grow and grow
Till I didn’t know
It seeped in to my soul
In a way, I am not shore
To let it go
Were should I hide
Can I hide?
Shadow my self from what I made
The thing that is what I am
What I mad…
It’s me
Welcome to Authspot, the spot for creative writing.
Read some stories and poems, and be sure to subscribe to our feed!