Catatonic

I’m running out of words,

So read the pain in my eyes.

Don’t swallow my excuses

And learn to improvise.

The lies I’ve learned to speak

Have been practiced from day one.

As I try to stay afloat

I wish that I could run.

I’m a dying breed dying to fulfill a need,

But it can’t be okay until you take the lead.

I’ve been pushed aside and pushed to extremities,

And now I only want a little inner peace.

I don’t remember love or ever thinking straight.

I don’t think I can heal; I can’t regenerate.

I’ve put up a shield that few can penetrate,

But anyone who does will be the one I venerate.

Reviews

[Frieda P]

This sounds like when I get to the end of my rope and everyone should duck for cover...nice rant of a poem...muchly enjoyed this.

[Commanda Panda]

Thank you

[Emily B]

your words will change the world

first you can change yourself

you can heal

[Commanda Panda]

The world as you know it must die before there can be any progress. Humans are not ready.

[Emily B]

some humans have already begun ascending

[Commanda Panda]

True. But they must suffer because the vast majority of humanity is composed of morons. It must be the other way around, and to be that way there must be destruction on a global scale.

[Emily B]

i think i just had this conversation with a co-worker the other day :)

i see enough destruction in this world of ours

[pixieheart97]

I like :)

[Nobody.]

Nice flow. And words that are woven into the fabric of a life: the need to excel, the longing for ture heroes, the deep need to be a psrt of something greater permeates this piece. So, yeah, I dig it.

And, welcome to the madhouse.

Cheers!
R.G.