The View from Outside

Standing on the fringes of life,

Wind cuts at my cheeks like a knife.

I don't know whether to stay or go,

I've got hidden emotions, with nothing to show.

Around me, all I can hear is wailing,

Cries and moans, never prevailing.

The walls are grey, floors shrouded in black,

Our houses are nothing but rundown old shacks.

Our food supply ends at stale brown grits,

Our people are faceless, with thin serpent slits.

We walk down the road, dragging each toe,

Should we live, or should we go?

But I am different, a mistake in the code,

I keep on going, down that dismal road.

I can pick up a scent and follow the trail,

Fighting through the most miserable hail.

I can see through people, clear as day,

Their lies and misfortunes, their mysterious ways.

But in the end, it doesn't matter at all,

Because I don't have what it takes to stand tall. 

Author's Note

This poem may seem depressing. I'm actually a very happy person, I just enjoy writing dark poetry :)

Reviews

[ThIsDaRkRoAdToNoWhErE]

Hehe, i know what ya mean. For me, too, i can see thru people a lot. =/ And trying to find a piece of happiness, or even love these days, is just...it just takes forever, in other words heh. But um, yeah, i totally felt this tho; this was a great write. Great job! :)

[Miranda Richard]

This is great! You are an amazing poet!

[Coyote Poetry]

A very good poem. Hard to stay positive. I like the thoughts and the strong ending. Thank you sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[T. Logan]

This isn't depressing, but a little dark. But that's why I like it! Happiness only goes so far. there's trouble and problems in the world, and that needs to be shown. This is really good.

[afra]

wow ...i love dis poem ...actually i love dark poetry .....keep it up....=)

[BillyGirl]

Another well written poem from you. In my mind it was like watching one of those tribute videos on youtube (one of the few good ones). I like when I can picture the poem, and you made that happen. Well done!

Also, thanks for the reviews on my story.

[Harley (arbiter)]

Yeah. I can see through people about half the time. The other half I'm simply not thinking. And this really wasn't that dark. I got a sense of the poem bieing about how you can keep going against all the odds. That's one of my life codes to keep fighting. Great write!