It's About Feelings.

It's about feelings.

Lately I've been thinking of the past,
how the comforts just don't last,
and how they mingle with the pain
and sort of swirl up like a hurricane
and rage all through my head.

All those memories reveal
all the cracks that didn't heal,
all those dreams that filled the wasted days,
day wasted dreaming.

Time is ridiculing me
for everything I've failed to see.
It's like a rattlesnake 
that whips around to bite the baby.

And, the venom's in my soul.
it's the glue that keeps me whole,
keeps me burning through the days.
I really wish I could explode.

~~~~~

I think today, I will explode.
I think today, I'll give my thoughts a rest 
and be more random,
a little crazy like I was before...
I'll breathe deep and ignore my conscience.

Author's Note

Please let me know what you think?

Reviews

[Leo]

Original and gripping.

I could relate to your words very much so..

Well done!

[mattavelli]

Thank you for reading.

[Einstein Noodle]

oooooo ... warning Will Robinson! ;) its always risky being confessional, i have read ... but i think the venting has value enough .. the quasi rhyme and rhythm and form says a lot about the haphazard way our thoughts can ramble .. and there is an emotional turmoil broiling ..frustrations over attempts that fall short of intended goals .. i think your poem borders on mental health issues which always touch my own heart and soul .. i hope your deep breath gives some sense of cleansing not abandon of the conscience ;))
i appreciate this raw and honest poem ... bravely said says i!
E.

[mattavelli]

Thanks, Einstein! :)
Ya, sometimes it's good to give your conscience a break. It's good for the mental health. Haha

[Einstein Noodle]

it sure is! too strict can really tear our soul apart .. i grew up Catholic and know what that is for sure ;) top o' the mahrnin' to ya!