wakewalker

People flying, getting to work

I try to hard but never see the point.

Like most things I learn

But money is more on demand.

 

Finding a place to sleep for some it’s easy,

For me it’s hard

Like for instance next to a bin, or a drunk retard.

 

Never sleeping is one of my skills,

Never stopping is what I keep still.

 

Hospitals seem to be my place,

Like most ill people that feel pain

I seem to find in my brain.

 

I seek for help, but I’m me

No need to see,

The retreat in the eyes of nurses and trainees.

 

What more can I do,

I know I will stop one day

Just when is,

That I don't know,

Just now I sit and play the waiting game.

 

I and the world repel against each other.

Now what?

What more do I say?

 what more do I play?

Reviews

[Y.Badr El Din]

what sort of image do you get when reading this poem?

[Faye]

For me this just creates images in my head that don't really link together, but thats just me.