Speeding

Been a while since I posted; enjoy!

Speeding forward

but don't have the brakes

to navigate myself

away from this endless race;

running on empty

but can't stop or else break

all I've worked for

but right now all feels fake. 

Walls are coming

toward me in slow motion.

It's like I'm drowning

but breathing in the ocean

and I never shout

so as not to make a commotion;

buried in my writing

to hide away all of my emotions.

Lost and stranded

inside a triangle of questions

I never planned it

but it became a slow progression

for my mind to have planted

thoughts of confusing expressions;

now knowing what I wanted

buried deeply in my obsessions. 

Reviews

[alanwgraham]

Great work Darrin. This poem would sound great performed as it has a strong rhythm. There is a feeling of helplessness that permeates your poem.
Cheers,
Alan

[jacob erin-cilberto]

poets, we do bury ourselves in our expression...but that is the only way we can
raise ourselves from the dead heart and soul of us.
our poems are a progression of so many things in our lives.
the rhyme pattern is nicely done here. Seems natural...the soul of the poem is sadness, rage, despair.
Plath could have written this.
j.

[Shannon]

This is really good bro. Most of life is fake in that were all trapped in this skin prison. Just keep sand-bagging how you feel; it comes out in print marvelously