The Mask of Follow-through

I have great plans

great ideas

extra o.r.d.i.n.a.r.y.

negative

My follow through

These plans of running away

being free

Giving all up

Knowing life would be better

would be more then just bearable

Yet each day I wake up

underneath the spell that trances me

I walk 

I walk

never run

I’m following the line

the path

I smile

I laugh

I have a face on

a f*****g face

That no one can see through

Nothing can penetrate

Why?

I don’t even know what I may find underneath the mask I have so well placed over my face, over my dreams, over my emotions, over my infatuations

I fear 

I try

I don’t even care anymore

I’m tired

I keep thinking this is my point

My breaking point

the end is near

yet each day drags on

minute by minute

hour by hour

I just wait to hear the bell ring, so I can go to my next clock

hour by hour 

minute by minute

then onto the next

My life is full of clocks

full of faces

that I don’t know

faces 

people

all that I don’t care

they don’t care

Maybe if they knew who I really was?

maybe if I did?

Reviews

[Brandon]

Clocks scare the hell out of me. I like the imagery you conveyed about going from clock to clock. It's a very haunting poem. But quite beautiful.

[William Maisonave]

this is awsome...It's crazy how the majority of modern day society functions like mindless drones. Scared to death to step outside of thier comfort zone,afraid to actually live. And the ending is so true...surrounded by people,alone nonetheless. :) good stuff