Complex

Beat down the door…

Yeah.

I’m never there.

 

Enter into the twisted complex.

I’ll stare at you as you look for me.

A silent tear falls to the ground.

Finally you notice me.

I’ll be with you in the morning.

But I don’t know if I’m alive or dead.

That’s what my f*****g life feels like.

Like I’m never alive or dead.

Just being dragged in between.

I rush out the door.

Who the hell was I?!

I fell too far behind.

I lost what little I had left in you.

 

And I I’m left with heartaches.

 

Reviews

[ewest1220]

Great delivery! And I love the last line man. This one captured every ounce of my attention (And I have ADD) it was great reading it!

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"like I'm never alive or dead'! You are alive in this poem :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Life can be complex.
"Like I’m never alive or dead.
Just being dragged in between."
Life teaches us many things. Sometime the desire to survive and accept is one of them. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Morrigan Nicole]

Awe, I'm sorry, hope things get better, i understand you well. Good read.