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Amoeba swimming upstream on a petri dish , uncomfortable in artificial medium , frightened , stunned animal lying motionless in tall grass , by a busy intersection....Kudzu taking over a highway , running rampant in every direction , young art prodigy painting with watercolors on construction paper in kindergarten ... First cool wind of Winter filtering through pine forest , water trapped on city streets seeking path of least resistance .. Sand collecting at the bottom of a hill for fifty two plus years , contrail of a jet liner fading fast from right to left , condensation on a window pane waiting for the Sun to appear ....................
Copyright October 1 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
You look
You see
Right
Through
Me

I've let go
of hope
I have no sense of
Expectancy

Even my existence
Alone
Starts to falter
At the hands of time

A feeling
So empty
I've lost my senses
I've lost my mind

Sitting alone
In a cold dark room
Digging myself a deeper hole
Shattering my
Existence

Am I alive?
Am I real?
Not even a ghost
Could compare to how I feel

Not living
Nor the dead
You can't feel my presence
In the air

This is my never ending
Nightmare
 Sep 2015 Ryuu Bloodsplatter
Flo
A hole inside my heart
Big; hollow; dark;
Has always been there
Never thought I should care

Covers up over time
Naive were the thoughts of mine
To think about a better place
With hope and love no pain and sorrows

Things I can not achieve
No matter how hard I try; imagine and believe
Still a hole inside my heart
Big, hollow and dark
Emptiness

We are trying to overcome
Our problems and flaws
We think they hold us strong within their claws
Wishing we could change ourselves
Knowing we will fail trying
This is my very first poem I've ever written. It also is one of my favorites. It can be interpretated in different ways. It is about trying to change the world for a better and seeing oneself failing in the process to do so. It is also about trying to change the very own personality to a better but finding oneself unable to do so and proceeding in falling into old habits that were thought to be overcome. Pain is playing an important role in this poem, which can sometimes knock you down. However even in the darkest moments one should not give up.

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