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Poem Details
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| Title: | Mixed Episode (revised) |
| Author: | James Crouch |
| Date Submitted: | 4/18/2009 |
| Email: | astatic99@gmail.com |
| Poem: |
I want to fly, But my wings have been clipped I want to be free But I''m trapped in my skin Can I find solace in eternal rest? Meagre food for souls forgot, Grit your teeth darling, This next bit is going to hurt like hell The easy way out is enticing, I see no point to life, Just routine and mediocrity, It works for everyone else but drives my mind crazy The little boy in me is lost, Hes on a path of self destruction I ask him to wait, I want to lead him into the light He disappears, and Im alone again Is it all worth it? Memories of good times, never to be had again. The future is blackened my mind teeters on a tightrope falling is just a matter of time. What is the point to life when it''s so joyless and mundane? I want to do things but don''t know what I want to feel things but I only feel confusion ... |