I sit myself down..
Into the hollow of this chair
Unable to control the ebb and flow
Of the foolish tide that must reside
In the hollow of my head.
Looking at words aimlessly
I do not care for my calling
Looking at life endlessly
I do not care for my falling
Pierce me so that I bleed
To flush this toxic away
Drain my life away
So that I can finally open my eyes
My brilliance doesn't inspire me
My ingenuity depresses me
Others stupidity bothers me
Mediocrity murders me
Threads of inane mystery
Settling themselves deep down
The plethora of unanswered questions
Hide silently behind my frown.
Peer into the window of my soul
Memories torn and never whole
The fallen and forgotten cease to be
Painted pictures inside of me
Pain so real and from the heart
Emotion becomes my dying art
Troubled waters with no reprieve
I give my entire being to believe
That some simple action will set free
All those pains I remember with glee
Locked within the entrance to my mind
Sealed windows, closed forever in time.
These broken fragmented thoughts
From a broken shattered man
Forgive me…
For I seem to have lost the will.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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