My Personal Lament

As I look back on my past

Somehow I knew

That the happiness wouldn't last

Hard time's storm was a-brew

 

My life has took a deep dive

Into a deep, dark ditch

I feel more hollow than alive

Coming to Boston feels like one big glitch

 

I feel like that for the most part

For the outside is my home

I lost the sense of feeling in my heart

My ceiling is the sky: a endless, blue dome

 

 

Harvard Square has been my bed

Since October 14th of last year

Still not a tear I have shed

Within me do I keep my emotions and fear

 

I must get out of this forsaken town

Before I cause myself more damage

That's only way to be rid of my "perma-frown"

Before my mind becomes more savage

 

I could use a helping hand

For the quicker I leave, the faster life becomes grand

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[The Jay]

Strung together with immaculateness. Well-written. The meaning behind it provides a vivid image.

[EternityWolf101]

A poem about being home-sick. It's nice. I've had that feeling a few times, although it wasn't always from being away from my family's actual home. Anyways, great job on the poem.