A Life Not Ours

This is a poem I wrote one night while stoned. Oh, the beauty of being in an altered state of mind.

All I need is a little honey on the table, 

Or maybe some whiskey in my jar

Only then may I be able to find, 

The true key to happiness in life.

I begin to realize as I grow older, 

That I slowly am getting colder, 

With no heart to find, 

And a soul no longer wise.

The voices in my head, 

Tell me to be free and live my life, 

But happiness doesn't come that simply, 

As we are trapped in a world never to be our own.

Confined by the chaos of this hell, 

Only to slowly waste away, 

Hoping for time to eventually take me away, 

To a place where I can truly be free.

Author's Note

Please, comments and critique are welcome.

Reviews

[cimmy wuv xxxooo]

It is true life is hard these days happiness is certainly not easy to find at all, unfortunately.
Keep searching for it though, those rare times when we do find ourselves really happy are great times :)
I liked this poem, it is REAL its from your heart and its honest, and relatable.
In a line or two you rhymed, the problem is the rest of the poem didn't rhyme. I think you either rhyme throughout the whole poem or don't rhyme at all.
Its just better then some of it rhyming and some not.
Overall great write really. Keep on writing :)

[Baby Ricochet]

Oh I get WAY to groovy if I get high so that's out. I liked this poem though. It's all reflective & s**t.

[KWP]

Hmmm I guess you and I are on opposite sides of the pendulum, for as I get older I have learnt to take a prized joy in the small ever passing moments, the time spent with loved ones, the small conversations that seep straight to the soul, the fragrances of lilies in the early hours, the ever changing sahpes in the clouds, the colours of the sunsets at all different times of the year (August here in Australia usually brings clear evening skies that take my breath away each night) Getting out in nature revives me and realising that I have been given the gift of life has always been enough for me to know I shall never ever waste it.

Swing over my way some time on that pendulum :D

Saying all of that I really love the first two lines - they paint such a great visual - I had the honey on the table and I wondered why the whisky was in a jar, and then I said, sure why not ... the first two lines have the makings of something great :) NIce work friend X

[wordman]

i guess you just described life and our time here on earth

[Coyote Poetry]

I understand this poem. I have danced on hell corner often.
"Confined by the chaos of this hell,
Only to slowly waste away,
Hoping for time to eventually take me away,
To a place where I can truly be free."
Some people believe. This life is hell? I believe we set-up our life. Good or bad. It is our decision. Thank you Travie for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Avinash]

A very strong and intense write.