Each and every day
its almost the same
locked away for hours with
no one there to blame
secluded isolation
escape to cyber space
retiring from reality
with no one in my face
running on, no time frame
every evening, every morn
the ridicule of others
harassment, even scorn
despondent transposition
the endless, constant pain
each day, another challenge
sun streaked sky without rain
the dogs are major comfort
the cats are here and there
the rabbit loves his clover
the birds, they just don't care
writing for no reason
except to pass the time
elusive comprehension
for those without a rhyme
single, tranquil moment
illusionary thought
Angel on my shoulder
things that cant be bought
retiring from the world
full of stress and hate
paying tax to those, with
too much on their plate
imagination wandering
country, city, slums
counting up the hours
until the reaper comes
time, it does escape me
I really must admit
If you want opinion
no one gives a ****
Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 9:00 AM UTC
Each and every day
its almost the same
locked away for hours with
no one there to blame
secluded isolation
escape to cyber space
retiring from reality
with no one in my face
running on, no time frame
every evening, every morn
the ridicule of others
harassment, even scorn
despondent transposition
the endless, constant pain
each day, another challenge
sun streaked sky without rain
the dogs are major comfort
the cats are here and there
the rabbit loves his clover
the birds, they just don't care
writing for no reason
except to pass the time
elusive comprehension
for those without a rhyme
single, tranquil moment
illusionary thought
Angel on my shoulder
things that cant be bought
retiring from the world
full of stress and hate
paying tax to those, with
too much on their plate
imagination wandering
country, city, slums
counting up the hours
until the reaper comes
time, it does escape me
I really must admit
If you want opinion
no one gives a ****
