oh god the scales are tipped and the clock is freaking out
right there in front of me
and everyone can see,
oh why can everyone else see?
oh god these scales are tipping and this clock is spinning out
right there in front of you
(why,you?)
i chose to go
(i could not sleep)
i chose
lessons offered by the road
and sat for it's trial,
survival:
survival over success,
over the sure and easy track of the moneyed,
the intellectually blessed.
i choose now to open this journal and see
mad writing
insane misery,
it's seed
of art
growing there right in front of me -
growing there
so far away from you,
(oh why weren't you allowed to see?)
Author notes
Attempting to do Justice to the body in question, attempting to warn as well.
A contest entry
- Rounds Contest - Round 1 - An introduction ... by imgone.
450 points, ended June 21, 2007, 31 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Adding your comment: