White NoiseA Poem by imatotalbossI feel so lost, I guess I have my friends I guess I have a few hobbies.. I don't much enjoy life. Occasional happiness and the even more frequent strife. I can't distinguish between reality and my dreams at times. Everything runs together, All in all it's just white noise, Everyday I wake up and see how pointless things are. I look in hindsight and see all the important things I missed out on. I was never the kind or queen, Always a pawn. We get so excited to turn on the T.V. watch a good show have a few good laughs, But when you turn it off and find how depressing of an existence you have That a flickering box is your pride and joy, Countless hours wasted to never be returned. They flicker into oblivion. Thank you, television. I sit around with my blank thoughts playing nameless sonnets on a piano. I lay down and whisper my troubles into a pillow. I sit around so constantly looking for a purpose in life. Maybe there is none, only white noise.
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