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Oct 2015
My silver tries to be gold in my eyes
But all he's ever been is just my consolation prize
A hologram inside my mind
covers him and makes me blind
So I can forget where I am, and pretend everything is fine

They say that God is on my side, at least I think it was implied
But I've thrown away my faith and left it all to rot outside
I never knew I'd come to you to ask if everything was true
Or if my life has been a lie, and everybody planned it through

When there's water in my chest I feel tired and breathless
I've been pooled in with the others and flushed away with the rest
I wish that I could fix your past, keep you from being harassed
But even if I helped you out, would the feeling really last?

My mind is haunted by the gold that I've been mining for
The walls are hallow, and I'm quickly falling through the floor
But there's still one more place inside I'd like to explore
My silver is just fine, but I want something more...
Arlo Disarray
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