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Dec 2014
These days I don't ever feel my best
I am sorry but you know it sticks to my flesh
My life boat will burn before I make the shore
I am asking is there any room for just one more.

These days I've wondered what it feels like to be alive
While I am just stumbling along the riverside
Well, hold me down with a solid rock
I am starting to wonder if I can stop the clock

These days I think there comes a time
When we have take a good long look and see how we shine
At some point we have to let the whole thing go
I know this, we've already been bought and sold

These days I wish I knew how to play it cool
But I just sit here atop this old hill like a fool
You may think this keeps me up at night too
Funny to think, the opposite is true.

These days I feel all my deals have gone sour
I think I've used up my last hour
I don't deserve it and it won't be long
But here's my last words...
Shades On Inside
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Shades On Inside  United States
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