poem

[dookie]

im sat in my room staring at the wall, dad next door in a silent room, i can tell hes depressed and my mums the one causing it. with her new boyf in her new house still suing him

anyways

this is my head...only a draft

as i sat in my room i painted a picture, a picture without any paint
with angles in link.. with tangles ..a scripture tainted with a penless ink
a mess is what id think, but a cover? fighter? ...no a lover.. im good id think.
and as i dabbed in the watercolours the blues blacks and pink
with my picture of scripture my scripture of ink
my chest became sudden as the ink formed a face
the woman, the womb, the painter of the picture
the bitch with the pen,
the pen for my scripture the shoe to my lace, her face.

[dookie]

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[Global]

It wasent the best but still good

Keep' em' coming