Here comes that morning sun again,
To remind me of all the nights I've spent,
Rocking in a corner and sitting on the fence,
Pacing like a hurt and tired accident,
On the brink of relief when the pain goes down,
Your bring your shiny happy smile around,
But I have never had to comfort you,
All your best laid plans have ran so smooth,
I have never wanted to be so rude,
But I'm sick inside and choking on the truth,
Yes I can tell you feel so swell,
While I have never felt so ill,
Just get out of my mind
Out of my life ;
You turn on the lights when I'm trying to hide,
It's all too bright for me to deny,
I'm tangled in the cobwebs that cloud my mind,
Stumbling through the darkness of one more lie,
They always hide a dagger in their helping hands,
Stab you with the facts they could never understand,
Somebody to hold is all you need,
Then they pick your pockets while you sleep,
The sea of love is way too deep,
You can hear them laughing as you begin to sink,
Well your kind advice worked out so swell,
Because I have never felt this ill,
Please get out of my light,
Out of my life ;
I am just a selfish emotional brat,
So the answer was as clear and easy as that,
I want too much and give nothing back,
If I was more like you I'd be on the right track,
Well let me bow to your deep insights,
I'm so overwhelmed and too tired to fight,
Tense and aching in the dark again,
Tears and fear are such faithful friends,
Consider the nightmare that this is all there is,
You don't have the answers only I can give,
And I'm so happy that you're doing swell,
But I have still never felt so ill,
So stay out of my mind
Out of my life :
A contest entry
- Like a Lamentation...of Sorts by PerfectTonight.
550 points, ended June 8, 2008, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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a good poem, and effective, the light of dawn is just hitting me here, the morning's cheery bird like attitude can be depressing sometimes - a good steady voice here, love, i often say to people i think it is more pain than joy.
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Oh yes, how the "shiney happy" can crush and irritate when interrupting a real good reality depression, that desolate but fertile ground of the dark poet. What's the phrase? "Don't be too nice to me, it makes me suspicious" The hallmark card mantra of the burned and broken.
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wow
i love it it has such emotion and it flows so nice and the imagry in it is wonderful, the depth is so deep and it keeps me wanting to read more i love it, the feelings are so alive in ur writes, i would love to read even more.
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Thanks much for your time. Always so thrilling when another artist finds something of value in a piece that's worth comment.
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