Today I saw the sun, cant say I was impressed
Pretty as its ever been, but no different than the rest
Yesterday I felt it rain, couldnt say it hit my flesh
But As misty as its ever been, to me its nothing spec.
I see the beauty all around, it does nothing for my face
I try to pretend, but not a grin will livin up my state
Im blank, quite frank and not a trace..of happiness around
Unfamiliar with the sky because my eyes
Cannot accept what it has found
Farewell, I was..I'm not, I hate, I wish that I was me
Hello, I am...I'm not that face...the soul I used to be
Im just a soul that used to be
I cant behold what youth can see
If I could scroll through the youth of me
I would hold until the moon would flea
But tonight I saw it float, cant say I was impressed
Pretty as its ever been, it still cant take my breath
I still cant face my death...still alive is all my hope
A cadaver on the ropes chasing the shadow of a ghost
Just like the paddle of a boat
In faith I dabble till im soaked
Use up the ammo in my throat
To pray and gamble that I woke
But...
Farewell, I was..im gone, goodbye...I wish that I could be
Hello, I am...a soul that stands, though my time has made its flea
A contest entry
- My Life Line... by Condemd RyeZing.
525 points, ended April 22, 2008, 14 entries
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Nice job. I like it. Good job.

