Playthings

 

Crushing sadness, discontent,

Angst and disillusionment

Happiness was shortly lent

But to what extent?

 

Soul-searching, introspection

There’s no winning this election

When there’s just one candidate

And then the gates are shut

 

Heart throbbing, brain pounding

Philosophers expounding

Upon the sentiments of passion

When they’ve had no ration

 

Dreaming maybe, thoughts unreal

But emotions, they are real

So shut me out and close me off

An air of unconcern I’ll doff

 

Raw inside and bleeding

Brain’s intact but heart is leading

Go your way, and I’ll go mine

Perhaps some day, ourselves we’ll find

 

Lost ‘til then, and lonely too

With naught inside to hearken to

Perhaps we’ll meet again someday

Isn’t that what they always say?

Reviews

[Travis Lawrence]

"Lost 'til then, and lonely too
With naught inside to hearken to
Perhaps we'll meet again someday
Isn't that what they always say?"

Yep, this is what I say to myself, and what I have heard before, one time. I like the metaphor comparing soul searching to an election, clever.

Even though the rhyme is forced, which I normally don't like, you get away with it here. Nicely done.

[Brenda Sue]

Kinda sad and disheartening. It makes one think twice before playing around....lol Great job.