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Brain Dead (Continued Version)
I'm suffocated by the absence of light.
Wet eyes from the same scene.
Brain cells buried by bright screens.
While I envy the people that mastered their
dreams.
Put on a pedestal in glitter and gold.
Appealing to the eye.
But a drug to the soul.
I spend days in small spaces.
With blank pages.
And poems stuck in the beginning stages.
The worst of me picks the pedals I
aspire to grow in your garden of lillies.
She excites me to dance to your pity.
Keep in mind of those who rejoice for your
peace.
Their minds know no peace.
Their shoulders are no match for the weight
of the world.
When they collide, they die inside.
I avoid mirrors at the dawn of reflection.
Comparisons I make of you point out my
imperfections.
Brain Dead is the choice from the music
selection.
Please sit and listen to this secret confession.
© T'keyah Nicole King
Wet eyes from the same scene.
Brain cells buried by bright screens.
While I envy the people that mastered their
dreams.
Put on a pedestal in glitter and gold.
Appealing to the eye.
But a drug to the soul.
I spend days in small spaces.
With blank pages.
And poems stuck in the beginning stages.
The worst of me picks the pedals I
aspire to grow in your garden of lillies.
She excites me to dance to your pity.
Keep in mind of those who rejoice for your
peace.
Their minds know no peace.
Their shoulders are no match for the weight
of the world.
When they collide, they die inside.
I avoid mirrors at the dawn of reflection.
Comparisons I make of you point out my
imperfections.
Brain Dead is the choice from the music
selection.
Please sit and listen to this secret confession.
© T'keyah Nicole King
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