FICTITIOUS

This is the FIRST piece I ever wrote.

FICTITIOUS

Whether fact or fiction, benevolent or malicious
We want to be what we are not.
So we cut ourselves and break the ties.

Left behind is a dried up trail,
Life's essence pouring from our veins.
Not so much a way back home,
Just a reminder of where we have gone.

Gone wrong or done right,
It's little difference, we are all fucked
Make strides or die in vain,
'Cause once you're dead,
You'll bleed no more.

Author's Note

It is the first poem I ever wrote, I'd like to think that my writing got better as I went on, but review this poem for what it is :)

Reviews

[zogzog]

i like it very much....and yes, you have something to say... i'm so bored with poetry that has very little to say but crap....rather light or dark, rational or irrational it makes no differance if the poet is empty of emotion....one can tell....