Verbal Diarrhea - Poem by Bill Hallsworthy
My tears are salty drops of failure, Rolling down my face like there’s no tomorrow,
Living every day like my last, Watching the present turn into the past.
Thoughts and memories intensify, Emotions wild like a crazy guy,
Not knowing how to speak, Physically, emotionally and mentally weak.
Laying round the house all day, Wasting the day away,
The sun goes up, the sun goes down, Another day is up and I still feel down.
I need something to get me through, I need someone to help me do,
This thing called life, I need help to survive.
I live in solitude, I hide from society, In my dark cave, Looking for reality.
Looking for my mind, I look everyday but still can’t find,
What I’m looking for, but even if I find it I still want more.
Problem is, I don’t know what it is. What will it be, When I can finally see?
I’m lost, Was it really worth the cost?
When I find myself where I don’t belong, when I find out everything’s gone wrong.
Nothing to do but sit and sulk, Listen to voices telling me I suck,
Searching for someone to point fault, But everyone knows I’m out of luck.
As I stare at the idiot box, In a trance, my eyes are locked,
Flickering images flash before me, You call this entertainment? Bloody unlikely.
Should I run away to the bush? Live in a shack like a hobo?
Go crazy in paradise? Or stay here and close my eyes?
Pretend this is not my demise, Pretend I have infinite tries,
Defend my foolish life, I doubt I’m very nice.
But this is called verbal diarrhea, spewing from my mouth,
Locked inside my house, nothing to do but let it all out.
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