My Head

My head isn't always to stright

My Head

 

Down the rode

I carry a load

Full of fears

With my own tears

I never realized pain

Until this moment their was nothing to regain
Depression lurking inside of my head

My heart is full of led

Down below,

Is everything and all that I know

Here it’s filled with countless facts

My head feels like it’s pinned with tacks

How to make it stop

My heart starts to flop

No matter what you do

Your head will never renew

Countless hours

Countless dead withered flowers

Here I am out of time

Before I knew it, I was out of my prime

My head

Almost dead

Author's Note

This is for me...

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i feel when we are younger we try to know too much, understand too much, live too much and in a rush...
when we have aged, we look back and wish we knew then what we knew later...and could have paced ourselves better...
always fun to learn, we don't need to know everything at once.
i like the reflections in your writing...we can all mirror ourselves in what you write.
j.

[May]

I feel so many things when I read your work, I can feel you in it and everything you want to share. thank you for and amazing piece

[C. Lee Battaglia]

Thank you for the review! It means a lot to me! I wrote this when I was in a really bad spot. It really helps and I'm thankful for your review!

[May]

You're welcome.You're very talented.

[C. Lee Battaglia]

:) Thank you so much!

[Dinesh Kumar]

Nicely written
Beautiful........

[C. Lee Battaglia]

Thank you for your kind review!

[Dinesh Kumar]

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[Cool Girl]

Absolutely beautiful! I loved it! You're an amazing writer, and your writing has improved since I've last talked to you. Very nice write, my friend. Please never stop writing! By the way, welcome back! It's good to have you here :)

[C. Lee Battaglia]

Thank you, I really appreciate it.

[Cool Girl]

You're welcome!

[Coyote Poetry]

Great use of description in the poetry.
"Countless hours
Countless dead withered flowers"
The above lines perfect and strong. It is sad when we learn. We have did little after a lifetime of hard work. Thank you my friend for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote