Broken poems Date: Thursday, 2nd January 2003 @ 07:40:00 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: isaiyan Can i tell you the story? Of how I ended up in your walls? In there, I find it interesting being alone with my broken poems I'm out here. Observing. I've seen you. Sleeping, singing, bathing. I'm am your extra eyes. Sometimes I tell you what to do, what to avoid. I am always there when you need someone to talk to. I listen to your remarks.I remember everything. Your talents, your growth, your life and your death. I control your drug intake to the point I no longer have control. I laugh at you when you make a mistake. I preserve your knowledge. I am creation. I own you. I control you in my little apartment upstairs. I am your diety. I am your God. I am your religious voice. I need your attention. Can i tell you the story? Of how I ended up in your walls? In there, I find it interesting being alone with my broken poems This poem is Copyright © isaiyan Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=9646