Disconnected, blocked from feeling life Always living through a false sense of power A darkened sense of what is real and how to cope With daily struggles, different faces, good and evil Dreaming to survive in waking death Breathing to prevent a silent sleep Raised by rhythm and music But, my heart beats out of kilter Songs are not flesh and blood I know it's not me though I know someone found me But they lose me in the fray Because I don't want to be there I am not a rope to pull I am not a stone to turn Toward a single side, darkness or light Something's out there, someone loves me But, I can't reach them, can't close the gap Because it's full of buzzing thoughts And, I have nowhere to place them They'll follow me if I leave them behind And kill my soul to rule my life I'm broken, piece me into something new Sew me up again, the inside's falling out And, I can't let it out! Heal me, love me, make me real Find me, feel me, and start life over
Maybe life is beautiful, disguised as a bitch, 'cos it just happens to be 'cool' to be a bitch right now? Be a lovely thought, that people would learn to love themselves, and pass it on...BUT, hey, doesn't poetry do that? Great words. YOUR words. S
i post very rarely on this forum nowerdays, but i must say that poem is amazing, really rather good, you should definately publish it. Its a really good perspective of a child, making me think loads infact...
Thank you guys so much for your compliments! It's actually a poem about my inner child as I'm coming to grips with codependency. I may very well compile my best poems and publish a small book of them.
