A Play On Words

At the end of the week
I feel so weak
I go through weeks
Just to add up my weak moments
I had some inner peace
But, it was just a piece of me
Their thoughts flooded me
There was no point
They’re staring at me
Waiting to see me
But, I fall into the sea and swim away
The sun beats on me
The son of my mother… he hates me
But, at the end of the week
This is what I see
A sea full of weak people
And they’re all just looking for some type of peace

by victoria martinez

Comments (1)

Well, the words might be playing and joking, but their meaning isn't. Unsettling pictures in a strong poem. Warm regards and a score of 8 from Gina.