B-Movie Life

A poem about my life.

No one cares
wither I live or die,
so why must it be
that over this i cry?

My life is my own
I make how it seems,
just like a paperback drama
filling reams and reams.

Of fancy filigree paper
written in the best ink,
Yet though all of its bluster
the plot, it does stink.

The scene is all bland
its characters shallow as can be,
the props are all cheap
low budget for all to see.

Reviews

[ReedWrite]

Nicely penned...but sad to think you see this as your life. We are all players in a B-Movie...on some level. Instead of letting that weigh our shoulders to droop with pity or defeat...we just have to give the performance of our lives...shine...rise above what others think is possible. We charter our course, by believing we are more than the sum total of our parts. I think you are far more than you think.