Rope Talk

darkness through words

its dark down here where my mind lurks

the bad decisions, the funny quirks

i don't know what it means to live

i don't know just how much to give

i see the world through blackened eyes

i speak to it with painful cries

i hear the words it has to say

but everything's so dark and gray

i can't make sense of what's around

a million voices make one sound

"you'll never be as good as me"

so now i'm on a thinking spree

i think that i can't wait to die

i don't care if nobody cries

i think i'm on the road to hell

i'm living in a dying shell

i think that god forgot to save

a place for me, my heart's a grave

i think i'll go confess my sins

to deafened ears and ugly grins

does anybody out there care

does anyone have time to spare

to listen to a freak like me

and take the time to really see

that i belong as much as you

that my voice counts for something to

or shall i save my wasted breath

and walk the lonely road to death...

Reviews

[boygene borice]

This is like a suicidal note. MAy i kindly ask, what was your motivation when writing this poem?
Because there is much pain,regret and persona is like he/she has already given up in life

[The framer]

No real motivation other than sometimes I just sit down and things like this just present themselves so I go with them. It is dark, it is depressing, but its cool when it just channels through you and you are perceptive enough to capture it. Is it good? Doesn't matter because it makes me laugh and that's what it is all about for me. I hope you liked it even though it broods darkness...🖤

[boygene borice]

I loved the poem