Dishonor

A poem about how deep thoughts in your head can lead to you needing answers which can lead to depression.

This day marks my first day walking this earth,

Going in circles, praying it doesn’t get worse,

Seeking something that can help my metaphorical thirst,

I’ll explain better later but you get this line as the fourth.

 

Fighting my demons, fighting my soul,

With this in mind, I’m afraid I have no goal,

Walking around the place acting like I paid my toll,

Feeling horrible and empty like a fruitless bowl.

 

Feeling dry like a desert,

Feeling how my heart is measured,

Trying to fit in is rough, I get no pure pleasure,

Biting off more than I can chew, I can’t take the pressure.

 

I can be slower than a turtle,

Drifting off to space, home has no portal,

Rambling on sorry I bore still,

I don’t know how much longer I have let me check my watch I only got till-

 

Where is the very important time?

Keep the change, I still got my lucky dime,

Trust me, this dishonor is fine,

Keeping up with my head even though it’s not mine.

Reviews

[Writergurl]

Feeling dry like a desert,
Feeling how my heart is measured,
Trying to fit in is rough, I get no pure pleasure
Biting off more than I can chew, I can’t take the pressure.

I really love the part of fitting in is tough, we should stand out not fit in,
This is amazing

[Unspoken poet]

I can be slower than a turtle,
Drifting off to space, home has no portal,

I love this part, cute lines, I love this write, it is quite intriguing