My life is one wasteful day after another

it really is.

The blood doth pool in lower backs

Beneath a skin whose moving lacks

Intention. Will attention give

a sight that’s worthy to relive?

A window, green and pink and blue,

Whose zephyr breath comes sweetly through.

The road is paved with children laughs,

And she, not child, not grown, is half.

Lend pity to the unlearned fool,

Donned paisley cloth and decadent jewel.

She thinks the world is at her tips,

But her figure’s stagnant, save her lips.

While pallid walls do frame her hair,

And sunkissed rays bring naught but air,

She knows her life as nothing but

Capricious dreams, vitality cut.

Reviews

[Alex Davis]

I love the emotion and rhyme scheme. the first paragraoh is a bit rocky though what with the split lined sentence .... try this? :
The blood doth pool in lower backs
Beneath a skin whose moving intention lacks
Whom would but will, attention give
a sight that’s worthy to relive?