Thinking of a person, who now is more than that

Your blood is laced with hope;

poison and there's no antidote.

Life will be the death of you.

You're so ugly when you're blue.

You can wallow in self pity,

you can sleep  in despair,

you can dream of certian beauty,

you can fix what needs repair.

 

Time is a speeding train

derailing itself with refrain.

Life will be the death of us,

filling thoughts of love with lust.

We can sit here in the present,

we can dream of what's to come,

we can keep our minds pure senseless,

or linger on what's done.

 

 

Reviews

[Not Afraid of Bruises]

In "your so ugly" it should be you're. There seems to be two sides to this poem, I think just the word 'hope' shakes the rest of the poem - hope for sympathy? hope for a break in depression? I'm curious, thanks for sharing.

[Cassandra]

wow. The flow.. the vocabulary.. the rhyme scheme.. all very strong. "Life will be the death of you" gosh.. this line as well as "Your blood is laced with hope" are quite haunting images. I feel as if this is about substance abuse or someone who is very ill ..nicely done, I'd like to see more.