Absurd
Sometimes I want to give upbut I'm not weak
won't find me in a few weeks
decomposing in some barren field
taken out of context
meant to shake up and stress out
the odd reader, cringing
with the starkness of these troubled words
I am absurd.
wondering what the hell is wrong with me
hearing unseen people
calling out my name
an over active imagination
or a psyche quite damaged and strained
trying to set out on the right path
people pointing out my faults again,
as they turn away and laugh
never hearing my silent pleas
only wishing to pass judgements on me
hard to believe this life has so many false gods
running around with clipped wings
drowning angels with angry vices
a cacophony of never ending screams
preaching unrealistic demands
wasting all this energy,
but I stand alone
mathiasthom
written 9/11/09
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