A free form poem about a man who runs out of options |
Swept Under By Michael McCallum Jr. I feel my pain I mask my pain I crave the pain You can’t have my pain Split down the middle And I am two parts shame Write the recipe for life Calls for too much pain Accepting the label Given to those who blame Compete with a mirror For those who are vain Seemingly easy, dizzy and queasy Running for cover and covered in sleazy Take what you came for, no room for the weak Break me again and you’ll see all of me There’s a little piece of heaven in every storm cloud, just past the thunder and the rolling loud Sent to me and far away from now To feel my pain, you must search out Try committing the sins and feeling proud Split down the middle And I am two parts shame Writing the recipe for life Calls for too much pain Accepting the medal Given to those who blame Compete with a mirror For those who are vain Can’t you, won’t you Just hold on a little tighter Can’t you, won’t you Make my life a little brighter I know you, own you If only for the day Can’t you, won’t you Surrender to the game Can’t you, won’t you Surrender, don’t delay Can’t you, won’t you Swept under is my thing Swept under to this day |