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I splash my face with crystal water,
lookin' deep in my reflection
A pair of bloodshot foggy eyes
staring back in my direction...
Seein' what you're all afraid of seein',
These aging lines on my face a suicidal beacon.
People been tellin' me I look old for my age,
but they've never read my book, not a single page...
And this beacon, it's callin' ships in from sea
but on a rainy, misty, opalescent night
my shattered reality, my broken still mind can't believe
this call's going unanswered, this light hidden from sight...
And this world's just so damn cruel;
ya know they say knowledge is power and ignorance is bliss,
but I know for damn sure that I'm not slow, and sure as hell ain't a fool,
and it looks like my humanity is showing... less, and less...
I sometimes wanna put my brain on the shelf,
out of reach, out of sight, out of mind...
Grab a loaded Glock and blast myself,
them's no second chances, no way to rewind.
But I know my real motive's
so that people would remember me.
But after readin' all them books about all the Centuries,
I found out the hard way that the world has got no memory.
I'd be just another statistic; a single footnote,
not even worth mentioning, stuck into print
only as an afterthought; my case unpled,
reality skewed, not even a hint
of this truth, that I'm not just some twisted little kid,
I'm cast into a cold world where I just don't fit.
Ten sizes too big to fit these new shoes,
I'm restorin' to conformin', and I've got nothing left to lose.
Except.
Except I have a place where I belong;
where I don't have to fit in, to stick with the throng,
the ever-changing current from here to Key West,
where I plot my own course and I take my own tests.
I've got a father, and a brother,
a little sister and a mother,
A dozen friendly faces, lighting up the harbor shore;
And when I see their smiling,
My sails, they start retiring,
and them nasty, evil thoughts reside inside my head no more.
Comments (5 Comments)
- brokenchik7 - 01/17/2010
- I've felt like this before and I really understand your point....even though it seems bad now, you've got to remember that good things exist too...5/5
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- Nemone - 05/11/2009
- I understand those sorts of feelings so well. Sometimes I forget about the "except" but my kids are too obnoxious to let me forget about them for very long, hehe.
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- Ms Make Me Smile - 04/16/2009
- very nice poem and yes i have felt like that and yes its true that people i love are the reason im still here very true and nice 5 stars
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- UC Poika - 04/09/2009
- I like the last part especially. But it's nice to know you wouldn't really do such a thing.
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- xxRamonzixx - 04/08/2009
- Yeah for the last few months... But it doesn't nesserily go away when I see my sister or my mother.. They make it worse! Dx... But nice poem. 5/5
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