Basket-Case

Crawling through my head,

trying to find space.

Words I should've said,

mumbled and out of place.

If I wind up dead,

I'll leave without a trace.

My tracks will not be read,

for fear of their disgrace.

Though I may have fled,

I won't make it a race.

I'll take my time instead,

and manage to save some face.

A warm shade of red,

my cheeks cannot replace.

To colour I am wed,

lest I lose my taste.

I'll run away instead,

to keep hold of my ace.

For if I let it go,

I'll become a basket-case. 

Reviews

[WordShaker33]

This poem of yours brought me to tears, because it reminded me so much of my own poem called Chaotic. I remember how dark my life was when I wrote that poem, and this piece of yours brought back those feelings and emotions. I feel that you and I have similar writing styles, which is why I enjoy your work so much I suppose. This is a great poem though.... I could feel the darkness, the emotion boiling up inside, great work

[Shae-Leigh Johns]

I like this piece and the feeling I get reading this.