So,
I sit,
I sit and look at nothing.
I look at all I see.
I look around this empty house
and think of what could be.
Rubble in the corner,
Beer-cans in the sink.
People pissed and in my bed,
Nothings new to me.
I'm on the brink of insanity,
I really just can't think.
I'm stuck inside this fucked up house,
Outside - I've never seen,
So it could never be.
I'm shut inside,
The doors are locked,
The preasent is the past,
The days slide be like sand
through an hour-glass,
each grain a day gone fast.
Pick a date,
The first,
The third,
The fifth,
My mind will never know.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this a few years back, I wasn't exactly that happy that day, as you would have guessed. It seems a little immature now that I read it, but not too bad otherwise.
P.S. Yes, I do know that one line is from the start of "days of our lives", the whole hour glass bit, so please take this all in to consideration
Birth sign: Pisces
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