Bad Thoughts

Watch the birds spiral and die
A swollen sky devoid of any sun
Cutting holes into the dead earth just
to see if there is a chance of living again

Drifting moods are always unwelcome
Staining my mind with pathetic despondence
I was once a child but then I learned that life
is about losing what you hold close

Watch the birds spiral and die
A broken soul ready to slip away
I'm forever holding onto bad thoughts
just to keep from falling into nothingness

This is the most defining moment of any life
When death appears as mundane as breathing
The more you know the less spectacular anything is
and thus begins, an eternal wheel turning and turning

Reviews

[just Penny]

A dark introspection of the cycle of life and death. I wonder about the line "the more you know the less spectacular anything is" as I couldn't apply that to everything. In my research studies, for example, acquired knowledge only makes me appreciate some things even more. But I can see that in a conext of knowing what's there after death, it could apply. Interesting writing here :) Penny

[EmilyBianca]

I can relate. I really liked it!

[Dark Poet]

I love the way you wrote this. I almost felt like someone was telling me advice in a sad dark way. Love everything about this poem!

[Luna Zerimar]

I can relate too well.

I enjoyed this piece.

[AMMD]

I really love this. We ALL have that unfortunate moment of clarity. As a reader, I felt that the last line is missing something - a word or phrase perhaps?