starting over
in and out the days are passing,
thoughts of crying,thoughts of laughing,
tired of the sound of one hand clapping,
lost in myself and my minds trappings,
a time to live,time to kill
holding on,where's the thrill?
moving on, not sitting still,
life's painful journey, is this real?
too awake to sleep, too tired to play
how can i not waste the day?
too broken to run, too restless to stay,
most of what i was, was thrown away,
fear in my head, courage in my heart,
put things togather to tear them apart,
confusion sets in, is this something smart?
starting all over, with nowhere to start.
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