Watching the World Die SlowlyA Poem by Nicole Renee
That’s it, I’m finished!
I want to leave my position;
I want to scream at your face With words that don’t make sense to you,
And words that make sense to me.
The breaking point is here,
Watching the ticking time bomb
Laughing at my misery and unhappiness, My caring heart and my words of wisdom.
I speak with words, but they only turn into acid.
I’m only trying to help, to make everybody else happy.
But that is what’s wrong with me! I try, and I try, and I try, letting my brain
Be racked up with thoughts that are piling
Up and flying out of my ears, letting my
Thoughts being bottled up, or written here.
Yet those two saviors are my only mind ease,
Making me feel as though as I’ve fallen into a dream,
Which is what I would really like for this whole topic to be.
But it’s not, and it’s real like the bitter cold at my face.
So make sure everything goes right in the end,
Or the war that I don’t want to face will be Right in the front of me, fighting until
I feel the skin crack, and see my bones show right through the core.
© 2009 Nicole ReneeAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on December 19, 2009 Last Updated on December 19, 2009 AuthorNicole ReneeAnoka, MNAboutI usually write poetry and short stories, yet I always come up with good ideas for novels. I did have a long biography on here,but when Charlie deleted everybody's work off of here on Friday the 13th,.. more..Writing
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