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Poetry, bound to the wings Zachary Phillips Poetry, bound to the wings Zachary Phillips

Why Does It Feel

 

Why does it feel like I’m all alone?
Like my house isn’t my home,
Like I’m running from the unknown?

Why does it feel like it shouldn’t be this way
Like my nerves are on display,
Like I’m living as prey?

Why does it feel like my mind’s full of trash?
Like my intentions are ash,
Like I’m hoarding my father’s stash?

Why does it feel like I’m under attack?
Like my actions lack,
Like I’m waiting for a smack?

Why does it feel like it will never end?
Like my words offend,
Like I’m expected to pretend?

Why does it feel like everyone is lying?
Like my dreams are dying,
Like I’m only supported when crying?

Why does it feel like these words aren’t enough
Like my life isn’t so rough,
Like I’m creating demons from fluff?

Why does it feel like I’m a total fraud?
Like my soul just wants you to applaud,
Like I’m fundamentally flawed?


This poem is from the book, ‘Bound To The Wings Of A Butterfly’.

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Verses Like Curses

 

I’m not feeling good today,
All good feelings gone away,
I don’t think I’ve the energy to play,
All I can do is sit and say:

That,
Words flow through my mind in verses, like curses that highlight the evidence for the nurses writing obituaries for those travelling in hearses. The words disperse paragraphs of mental inverses that coerces when it traverses then immerses. It changes and corrupts into mental cutpurses taking it all as it reimburses. The words are a game, a versus, life and death on the field of internal universes.

The worst is, that this verse is, my only respite from the inner curses. When the pen traverses the page it disperses my universes and reimburses, but only while it immerses.

I can feel it ending now,
The brief respite is gone somehow.
What can I do but allow?
Cause the curse has trapped me in this vow.


This poem is from the book, ‘A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken’.

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How Do I Explain This Feeling?

 

How do I explain this feeling?
The one that comes unwilling,
The kind that divides my mind,
And puts my words into a bind?

How do I explain this feeling?
The one that sends me reeling,
The kind that crushes my hope,
And leads me straight to dope?

How do I explain this feeling?
The one that is not appealing,
The kind that drags on all night,
And makes my personalities fight?

How do I explain this feeling?
The one that wants concealing,
The kind that highlights my shame,
And forces me to take the blame?

How do I explain this feeling?
The one that reminds me of squealing,
The kind that is on repeat,
And reminds me of my defeat?

How do I explain this feeling?
The one that leaves me milling,
The kind that takes away my aim,
And leaves my full of pain?

How do I explain this feeling?


 
 

This poem is from the book, ‘Bound To The Wings Of A Butterfly’.

Read more from the colleciton, download a free copy, or purchase as a Paperback, eBook, Hardcover or Audiobook.

 
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