Rolling World Poem by Christian K. Montiel

I hang my self from the world, waiting if somebody
Else can save me from falling deep into my
Unbalanced mind.
The wind sings a song to me, a song that meant to be for me, I kick shadows as I walk alone around the beach, where you love was made for me but now into the dawn I pray, that the night go easy on me.
Drinking sins as I almost overdose, you said you love me but you walk out the door long time ago, now the only the thing is left is my pain and a blurry paper napkin, with your name and number on it.
Believing that everything will be ok, I hold on to a hope, that you will be back someday so that is why I’m still here on the same place in case you forget the way, to find me on this rolling world.