The hammer and the anvil – K. B

I feel stupid coz I hung out with fools. .. 

 

The hammer and the anvil

On one side,
A dark room.

On the other,
Crazy motherfuckers.

The hammer,
And the anvil.

They are tryin
To make me spark
Or break.

That’s how cruel
A poet’s life can be.

To never be understood,
Meaning the information
Doesn’t get to you
Or doesn’t exist.

To always be observed
Because elements decided
To baptise you with ashes.

Like a sponge, I absorb
And the people i’m supposed
To love give me a hardtime.

« And those he loves look at him with fear… »
C. B

K. B.

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