Maps of Mud and Gold

Mud and gold muddafucka.

Restless
Is this just a test?
This is pretty hard

Anxious
Is this just business?
This is pretty raw

Stupid
What I did's foolish
I should apologize

Restless and anxious and stupid
I just can't pull my head from the mud

Nonsense
Is this obnoxious?
This is far too hard

Places
Is this good for a rest?
I don't really know

Questions
Filling up feelings
All answers are off

Nonsense and places and questions
I can't visit but only deal with

They knocked on the door but didn't wait long
Stepped over the threshold with their shoes on
Leaving topographic prints of mud
That I scrubbed and scrubbed but couldn't get off

They stained my soul with ridged thoughts
And I don't know who's at fault
So I crawled away assuming I was wrong
And I won't come back until they're gone

They left me a letter with only one letter
I wonder if any of that matters
Or maybe that's all the effort I deserve
After all I'm not even in control
Compared to s**t, mud is gold

Reviews

[Tori]

Incredible. The rhyme is intense near the end, and it holds such amazing power. It has a depressing yet captivating allure to it. Overall, excellent job. I enjoyed it quite a lot!

[Greg Skura]

I like the way you try and follow a formula for each word and then pull those words into a sentence. Interesting! Those darn mudda's!

[Nina]

I reread this a few times because the first half is quite differently written from other work I'm used to. This encourages the reader to come up with some of their own interpretive imagery and yet I think your intended meaning reaches them. Well done! ^^