A Working Marriage (Original Poem)

somethingsubtle (56)in #poetry • 7 years ago

A hard pit of emotion is lodged in my throat
Far too much to swallow
Disrespect runs through my veins
Contempt fills a heart that's hollow

I run to the place where I can be me
Paper and Lead are always fair
When your darkness keeps me away
They provide a spark, a flare

Tears of disgust lay in my eyes
My vision is in a haze
You're trapped in your own past
Swearing it is just a phase

Running back to my Paper and Lead
They listen even better than you
My parents out of necessity
They love me most when I’m most true

A sour drop lands in my palm
Satisfied? I shed a tear
Isn’t it obvious yet?
Why I never let you near?

Paper and Lead soothe me to sleep
When you just won’t listen
So caught up with yourselves
You can barely make a decision

A cruel thought hits me then
As I lay in bed
I might not even be here
If Paper married a different type of lead

Notes: One of my earlier poems (hence the rhyme scheme). It definitely encapsulates various feelings I had while growing up, especially my dependence on writing in general. It was nice to escape to verse or stories to express myself in some way. Hope everyone enjoys, and that the ending wasn't too dark.

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