I walk and run and try to hide. The being burns me from within. Rules I cannot now abide For being thrown to deadly sin. Rocking backwards in my mind. Pulling forwards with my heart. Thinking thoughts, though not so kind. Tearing my poor soul apart. Painful pretense enters in. Pressure overwhelms my sight. Knowing not how long it's been, Pirahnnas of reality bite. Kill the channels. End the scenes. Find new hope for sanity. Curtain calls Invade my dreams Of pretense laced with vanity. If reason ever blocks your path Of vengence, hate and painful wrath, Sleep today and scorn tommorow, For you too were born in love of sorrow.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this to explain how it feels when life seems to be
just one sorrowful mystery. Sometimes, I think, we become
so overwhelmed with the whole issue of purpose, that we
might think we were put here just to be unhappy, maybe even
to illustrate just how precious the good times are. But
this is not a feel good poem. It relates to when we feel
desperately alone and outnumbered.
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