Waste (Poem)

Waste: Just one of those nights

I just want to go far away because this no longer feels like home

Sometimes I think would they feel different if a bullet went through my dome

And my body was buried deep beneath the earth

Would they even notice I had disappeared

Sometimes I feel like the waste of air you make me out to be

I just don’t know what to do about you

One moment your so proud

The next you yelling about how you wish I would just quit

When it comes to this fight between you and my gift

I lose every time

Sometimes I just feel like a waste

Sometimes I feel like this home is just a old place

That I use to feel comfort in

Now it just brings so much pain

If these walls could talk it’ll tell you about all the nights I cried

All the times I had a triple threat match between me, my regrets and my knife

Sometimes I feel like a waste

Author: K. Exum
K. Exum is an up and coming author & poet. He looks to make his longtime childhood dream job his reality. By creating this blog, he seems to show his skills for writing. His hunger for success and dedication to turn his ordinary life into his dreams has brought him to this point. K is currently working on his 5th spoken word project, "Poetic Gift." Reach out by this email to connect! founderofhitm@gmail.com

Leave a Reply