Lying in bed staring at the ceiling
I am feeling depressed today, so I felt the need to write a poem about it. So, here's a half-hour old poem. Enjoy.
Leave a comment. I can't be bothered to say anything more.
Through troubled eyes
I look outside,
And see the world
In all its glory.
I close my eyes,
I just can’t take it.
All that glory
Must have missed me.
I lay in my bed
As the earth trembles.
I think that I’d rather
Not end up dead.
But who can tell,
With all these symbols,
And questions, and judgement,
And “It’s all in your head!”
Why is it that sleeping
Is my only salvation,
When dreaming repeats
What I’ve already seen?
Why is it that running
Is looked at with caution,
When walking just tells
“I’m not sure what you mean”?
Through troubled eyes
I look outside,
And see the world
In all its glory.
I close my eyes,
I just can’t make it.
So much for my story,
And hoping to see.
Leave a comment. I can't be bothered to say anything more.
posted by Patrick at 9:06 AM
2 Comments:
*claps for Patrick* excellent job. Though now I'm feeling kinda down, I'm thinking that was the point of the poem. That first part was what got me, I read that and just knew this is gonna be supperb.
"Through troubled eyes
I look outside
And see the world
In all it's glory"
I wish I had written that. Also the one line about sleeping :
"Why is it that sleeping
Is my only salvation"
I can relate to that so well. I swear sometimes when things are just unbelieveably bad I just sleep. So that's what that line ment to me.
Besides that, on a whole, very very nice job.
hey french toast....
who knew you were a poet...lol
i'm so jealous b/c this poem is like friggin awesome....lol
love ur badly singing choir buddy,
brittany
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