#whereimat
*Why if so many people go through the same thing
Are we all alone
Why if so many people feel the same pain
Do we stay at home
Why if so many people feel incapable of moving
Is there not a cure
Why does this melancholy I feel
constantly disable me to heal
I get up and out
And try a new route
Only to find myself going in circles
Same pain
No gain
The mystery remains
Why we all struggle with these emotional hurdles*
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 1:55 PM UTC
*I wonder if poetry is as good when your happy
Lord knows it can usually sound quite sappy
Love and birds and clouds galore
Children's laughter and so much more
But for now I will write of my gruff and my grit
The stuff that's all made up of ****
Relationships , casualties and inner daemons
The thick in which remains of my dreamings
Paired with that of a guilty conscience
Can only leave me to sound obnoxious
The fumes to ruminate the life I once had
Of birds and clouds and things that were glad
For now I'm ok with the grit and the gruff
Because for now it is the truest of stuff*
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 10:24 PM UTC