2am and I'll lie on the floor
With the dust and dirt
Of the daily grind
Caught up in my hair.
Tears well up in my heart
And glisten in my eyes,
Falling from my
cold cheeks
like diamonds...
But there's no real beauty here,
Only the sad, tragic beauty
That sounds so sweet in a poem
Or fairytale.
But it's a hell to live it.
-
Author:
SerenWise (
Offline) - Published: May 20th, 2019 13:56
- Category: Sad
- Views: 22
- User favorite of this poem: SoulMeetsBody.
Offline)
Comments3
heres an extract from something i wrote recently:-
for thats where every poet
is the same, dontcha know it
our hearts on our sleeves
showing inside we bleed
but sometimes it just don't chime
making pain into rhyme
it ain't always pretty
when you're down feeling shitty
your words made me think, i know just how you feel both inside and how it can look in poetry.
Great tragic writing from you.
you only need ask and I will lend you an ancient quilt and a tie for those tresses..... very nicely poemed in my opinion....... thank you say's I ....
There's a line from the one hit wonder Somebody That I Used To Know that's always stuck with me - "You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness". I feel like that encapsulates the tone of the poem. I love the poetic and the almost, but not quite melodrama (due to being written with what seems to be a genuine sadness) of the first part before going into a harsher and colder description of what sadness can really be like when you strip away the catharsis. Just pure and bleak nothingness. Depression if you will. And with a further mirroring in the title - the beauty of diamonds with the nothingness of dust. A brilliant poem, absolutely stunning.
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.