No Sense Poem by Paul Christopher Robertson

Born to get pushed down
Well next time I’ll just stay down
On my face with a constant frown
There are tears in my eyes lost so much
I still can’t find I’m still trying to hide from what I’m looking for
But why I’m not sure nothing really makes much sense now
Time I’m always trying to hide from you
I’m still trying to make sense of the past
When I just couldn’t last and I still can’t
The future is the past my blood is like tar
Everything revolves around the past but I don’t know what part
I know I’m not making any sense but I’m starting to wonder if anything ever did
Like an eclipse the sun is taken from my life
When I was young it would be every now and then
But now it’s like the sun has died