Moment Of Clarity

Rummage through my thoughts

like a thief through a purse.

Excel at being crazy

no need to rehearse.

 

Try and free my mind

the thought police come for me.

They harrass and interogate

just to f**k with my sanity.

 

Look to a higher being

and still no better off.

Even went to the doctors

told me to turn my head and cough.

 

No anwsers to my questions

atleast not through these eyes.

The same old mistakes replay

how do I not realize?

 

Cease to resist the temptation

of not finding something true.

But where do I go from here?

I'm not finding it in you.

 

Moment of clarity

please won't you come.

Before I drown myself

in the whiskey and the rum.

Reviews

[raw form]

You have a good poem despite some spag issues, it would read much better with them corrected. the fist stanza second line theif is thief every second line does not need to start with a capital. I hope this is helpful i really liked the poem because I can relate to it wholeheartedly Mike. Been there done that.

[Fallacy Pharmacy]

I imagine if Kurt Cobain was alive, he would write something pretty much similar to this. Your work gives me chills-in a good way-just wow... You are a brilliant writer!

[Caitlyn Blake]

this is pretty awesome.
sadly, i know the feeling..