Clown

I lay in pieces

scattered on the floor again.

The morning greets me

everything's far from zen.

 

It feels so hopeless

damned if I don't or do.

Judged for my feelings

just no pleasing you.

 

A riot of the senses

f*****g anxiety.

Blindfold the monsters

there goes sobriety.

 

Tip a few back

raise my self-esteem.

Paint on a smile

and walk the balance beam.

 

Only for so long

this light I can bend.

Silently suffer

I pray for my own end.

 

 

 

Reviews

[R E Tree]

Your poem impresses me in way I felt I could relate to this. The poem speaks the words what I say in my mind. A person can only know if they understand. You ahve an amazing style and it reminds me of my own

[Fallacy Pharmacy]

Wonderful! Just so amazing! Like always I can seriously imagine this as being a Nirvana song! Love it!