I'm crashing.
Faster than a jet liner into the Atlantic
And I know something's terribly wrong here
Flying higher than a kite with no medicinal aid
Only to sink after the endorphins die,
So fast to flee...
To return to the unexplainable source
And so I'm crashing,
Not able to grab onto a flotation device
He's not here with me today
And so I'm sinking
Unable to write that song I thought I had
Wrestling with the always-present questions like...
Cutting my hair, okay?
Gonna work out, okay?
Doing my homework, okay?
But this weight drags me down heavily
Causing me to sink into the depths of my own self-loathing
And I'm crashing
Ever so slowly
I can't stop it
Fighting only makes me suffer
Waves overlapping and it kills me to see my own demise
It kills me to see my own sun setting
And beautiful words collide in my mind
But none of them are coherent enough to make art
I'm striving, ever the tortured artist
But there's no output
Cause there's no input
Unplug me, unplug me
The lyrics without the tune
Is like a guitar without an amp
Just ugly, just ugly
Like an face unpainted vamp
Oh I'm crashing
Further down into the underground
Burying myself in pity
Refusing to relive glory days
To sink to that level would be sooo
Middle-aged schoolteacher with lame life engrossed with children
How I loathed you
Not willing to sink to that level,
There's got to be
Oh there's got to be
A ledge…
Somewhere.
Again, proving why you're majoring in English.. a poem with such pace and intensity that breathes so fully - your 'ledge' is definitely your creative writing. I actually love your descriptive, confident writing style. Somebody to look up to. Thanks again, Mark.x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
loved the title, and some great lines in here, like ' it kills me to see my own demise '. with overall strong emotional impact. -chuck