Tasteless and Stale

Stale.

The taste of my life is stale.

Bending but not breaking.

Forcing it to no avail.

No change,

but all has shifted.

I feel mediocre,

I felt once gifted.

My mood is fake.

My smile, fraud.

I could do something great.

But expect no applaud.

I don't feel special, I am bland.

I feel I am dead on the inside.

My pale flesh needs a tan.

But I can't leave,

I cannot leave these walls.

I want to hide and grieve.

I want to feel nothing at all.

Reviews

[R.E. Ray]

Your poem is a raw and sincere portray of despair. You trigger all of our senses in this piece. I imagine a lonely soul, locked inside four walls, blinds down, lights dim, no music, or voices except those in the head, begging for numbness. That’s the image and mood I take from this poem. It flows well, and leaves the reader with something they can certainly feel, if they don’t now. A good free verse poem with natural rhymes.

[RebeccaRose]

THANK YOU FOR THOSE WHO HAVE FEEDBACK. I love constructive criticism, compliments aren't bad either but I love the input.

[emmajoy]

How can you feel all that when you can create such visual phrasing.. it just can't be, Scarlet Rose! With such keen artistry for writing you could write in the air and be visual . Sometimes one is so blinkered with bewilderment, you don't see what you have inside you.. sadness maybe but also the joy of being able to express yourself.

[Leo]

Sincere introspective poem aiming I guess for soul liberation and arriving at your best potential. I enjoyed reading it. bblessed