Just thoughts

(not really saying anything, just thoughts here)(soon to be deleted)

if i wrote my life story

where would i begin

perhaps at the end

 

if that's the case

then this is where i should be

staring at a blank computer screen

 

you know these cigarettes are killing me

my coffee cup is cold as i take another puff

it's lonely here tonight as i write my poetry

 

seems i ran out of rhyme and i can't even spare a dime

too many people died and i tried not to think about it

tried to drink my troubles away

 

but of course they doubled

i know this writing it doesn't make a whole lot of sense

but neither does my life

 

i grew up in dysfunctional family

but we loved each other unconditionally

isn't that the way it should be

 

well so much for trying to write

let's call it a night

maybe tomorrow will shed a brighter light

 

but tomorrow may never come

don't you know

i heard we're living on borrowed time

 

can't seem to get it out what's really on my mind

depression is taking me down

lately all i can do is frown

 

like a lost lonely clown

so here goes one last try

before i bore you with the tears that i cry

 

i wonder if shakespeare ever had moments like this

i wonder what would he say

or would he call it a day

 

 

 

Reviews

[Blue Sky]

A poet's thoughts
really wonderfully created
with the wonderful flow and rhyme
very wonderfully written, enjoyed
very much!

[RareRed]

I believe everyone, even Shakespere, has had days as you are describing....and writing is always a great release of it all.......we've all had our own thoughts rambling in our minds........can relate!