My life,
It doesn’t have a sweet voice narrating it
No loud trumpets announcing victories
No gloomy days accompanying my tears.
My dreams,
They are filled with your faces
When the lids are closed I can hear you clearly
In every motion, in every emotion.
My wants,
A constant struggle against what I need
Greedily trying to grasp too much wrong
When I can’t even grab the simplest of right.
My words,
No more than just worthless broken records
I continue asking all the wrong questions
While scouring for the right answers.
My vengeance,
It’s spreading wider than I dare to admit
Like a time bomb dangerously ticking away
With only a few more seconds to spare.
My sanity,
It has been tested ever so vigorously
With every calamity a piece is taken away
While no rapture can mend it back together.
My Life,
A sorry reminder of the power above.
Life, post the thing that shan't be named
14 years ago
3 comments on "My Life"
I've messed up quite a few poems. Can't help thinking this is one of them. Going to give it a few days though to see if I will come to like it. If I still feel the same, some editing will be done...
More happy ones, please...
happiness is so overrated :p
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