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Oct 2018
There's no above or around
The only way's down
I don't see through this door
What's it here for?
Is there any way to find a key?
There must not be
That's when I start to wonder
If it's better to just go under
To **** myself quietly
Or loose myself in the sound
Can I somehow go around?
Or sit here comfortably?
Either way I've lost my sense of ground
I finally give in
To what might still be deception
But the only way I see fit
Is the way that's barely lit
So I head through the path that leads down
At first, I use "above or around" for "hope and encouragement". And this door without a key is the state of gloom I feel like I'm locked in sometimes. And I want to find an easy way out, to ignore it but that just lets it take me over. And the only way I see fit now is to walk down into my trench to recognize what's wrong with me and hopefully fight against it
Gabriel Bonney
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Gabriel Bonney  17/M/Indiana
(17/M/Indiana)   
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   Elizabeth C
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