The harder I push it away,
the happier I try to be,
The more I try to fix myself,
the harder it hits me in the back of the head
The more I try to escape myself,
the harder my head throbs
when I wake up to find myself
lying in the gutter
the farther I run,
the more I try to get away,
the more I learn that everything
will always be the same
which came last, the winter or the summer?
does it all end in pain, or all in sunshine?
Author notes
I guess I'd be lying if I pretended my whole life isn't a desparate cry for help.
Written September 17th, 2006
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Actually, I think this is very good. I haven't read much other of your poetry, so maybe that's what your earlier commenter is referring to. I think this expresses the feeling of fruitlessness you apparently have in your life very well indeed.
I don't much like your last line however. I think the one immediately preceding it is better and while it doesn't make much sense, that in itself expresses your dissatisfaction with life.
cq -
Okay
Hey chick, I read your post in the forums about honest comments, so I thought i'd leave yah one. I like this poem. Its not the best, but it's alright. the line 'the harder it hits me in the back of the head' i don't really think fits. the rest of it, esp the end part, I like. Hope that helps yah! xx
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