This grey world
Echoes the strains of
My dirty heart
A thousand desires
Unfulfilled
A thousand wishes
Forgotten
I don’t care anymore
When apathy reigns
Over a valley of ashes
And wears a crown
Of tears
And tears are lukewarm,
Void of emotion—life—love
And leave grimy smears
On my face
Blood is clean—
Cleansing—pure—
How perfect to feel,
To live and laugh,
Passion streaked on my
Wrist, as I, bleeding, laugh,
Maniacally,
Because I can love,
But blood dries dark
And foul, and hard,
Dirty debris of
(Im)pure desires
My skin as sullied as my soul
In a world of grey,
Where raindrops fall
To muddy lakes,
Reservoirs of tears
Stagnant and dead to the world.
Author notes
Literature references:
The Great Gatsby ~ F Scott Fitzgerald
Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close ~ Jonathan Safran Foer
ehhhh. It's raining. I feel like crap...I haven't felt this depressed in months.
anyway, about feeling like the world is dull, grey, lifeless, kind of like you, and that your heart/feelings are...dirty, somehow, you're fucked up, the world *should* look down upon you.
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grey is a sad color.
but you made it some thing more.
great wite. keep it up
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I liked, the emotion conveyed was so easily felt with all the detail. The background and details just made it all seem like it was happening to you. Pretty sure im even more depressed than i was before i read this . Oh well! this poem was amazing, keep writing.
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lol.
Sorry to depress you. :/ Thanks for commenting though!
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