My Resonating Mind

looking at the moon as gods hunger shows
while im just standing still watching others grow
sheding tears of pride
wondering why i cant decide
if i go this way that way collides
commence the funeral for all things on which i rely
sheding tears of pride
my ego mustve witnessd things far before my eyes
ive been sad for days mad at ways ive let her die
on the verge of submission babe just listen babe just try
im sheding tears of pride
theyre only there when i present my resonating mind
just leave it ima pheonix let the ashes meet drafts and fly

poem by Byron Cornell Ford II
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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