Post by lifewascolor on Sept 1, 2010 3:06:39 GMT -5
Taking it in stride
Am I?
I don't know.
Funny how poetry always comes out
When prose is just not an option.
My ashtray is full and I think..
I don't think. I just am.
Past despair because I'm logical
Past pain because I'm numb.
Past anger because it's pointless..
Just past
Behind a layer of distrust
Upon a layer of distrust
I fall
As empty as a single pathetic strand
Of a spider web
Spun between a greeting card and a stack of dusty cds.
When the world around you crumbles what do you save
Where do you search for greater meaning
Where do you take refuge
Where do you draw the power to smile and grit your teeth
I'm tired of gritting my teeth
All I want is a drink.
Am I?
I don't know.
Funny how poetry always comes out
When prose is just not an option.
My ashtray is full and I think..
I don't think. I just am.
Past despair because I'm logical
Past pain because I'm numb.
Past anger because it's pointless..
Just past
Behind a layer of distrust
Upon a layer of distrust
I fall
As empty as a single pathetic strand
Of a spider web
Spun between a greeting card and a stack of dusty cds.
When the world around you crumbles what do you save
Where do you search for greater meaning
Where do you take refuge
Where do you draw the power to smile and grit your teeth
I'm tired of gritting my teeth
All I want is a drink.