Aphotic

A Boy With Roses

I was never the chosen one                                                                                             

No one in the audience, and days of fun                                                                     

Are slipping from me like golden sand                                                                        

And everything is getting oh so dark 

 

Where did my memories go?                                                                                            

I don't know where did my dreams go?                                                                                          

I don't know, I don't know 

 

Why does everything feel so unreal?                                          

It's like I don't believe the truth                                                                                                      

I look into your eyes and I don't see you                                                                                            

I'm the prey in your ruse 

 

Holding on but letting go with every sigh                                                      

In every valley of light I see clear                                          

Crawling out of this panic, this unforgiving culture                                                   

Where the ceiling is getting lower                                          

And we look at the books we forgot to read                                              

And we slip in and out of routine                                                                  

And we open another refrigerated Budweiser                            

Waiting for rosebuds to bloom                                                                                  

Our eyes get tired and sleep is the only escape                                                              

Sleep is the only escape

 

But I wake up to the sound of your voice                          

And the day is alive, but I'm still an empty void                          

Like some kind of orphan with no one and no home                                           

And everything just feels oh so broken. 

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 5th, 2021 15:52
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

    Your words are truly so beautiful but there’s so much sadness within



    I'm still an empty void

    Like some kind of orphan with no one and no home “

    That speaks of so much sadness

    Great poem ,

    • A Boy With Roses

      Thank you! I would probably blame it on music, maybe. I've tried to write happier poems but when I tend to write I'm listening to contemplative music, and I'm almost compelled to write about morbid subjects. My poetry is a reflection of my life, and I haven't really had a happy life. Don't get me wrong I've had my moments of happiness, but they are few and far between! Alas, I'm quite a sad person. But I love reading poems from poets like you. Your poems are so pretty and filled with hope. You kind of have a Stevie Nicks touch,. If your poetry was a colour it would be gold. X

      • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

        I can relate to feeling sad in ones life .. as I’ve had a lot of sadness in my life and it feels so frustrating and unfair , doesn’t it ?

        I’ve been through a lot of trauma which had made things feel difficult . I too have had my moments of happiness but yeah not as much as other people ...

        Sorry that you feel unhappy

        And thanks for your kind words about my poetry 🙂

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