The world
Life
Does it have a meaning?
All my pain, all my strife
Is sticking without reasoning
I see what you see
My eyes are the same
But the question remains
That stupid black stain
On my eyes, complains
My life is so empty
The room lit is scarce
No one there to comfort me
No one that ever cared
The silence is deafening
Then again, what wasn’t?
The monotonous room engulfing
What wasn’t there before
With darkness on my mind
And curiosity hanging on my heart
I start to hear the beating, the beating
That chimed with my heart
This feeling of hope
It gave me light
Causing my room
The sudden change, it flew
To change the living rue
A world in black and white
A soul without a soul
Bringing back to light
What was lost
What was gone
And what they stole
I started to hear fizzing
And saw my life’s fine static
I sat down a while
My pants always the same style
My shirt covered in black goo
Don’t call me crazy
It is fair I am frantic
Don’t judge my actions post-haste
Because of you, I am monochromatic
- Author: Tom Wood (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 7th, 2018 17:37
- Comment from author about the poem: My poems come out dark most times, and this one was one of my first ones. I wrote it at a time where I didn't have any friends, and the friends I had talked trash about me behind my back. I felt like all the color in the world had left me. That is why I wrote this, to get my emotion out in this poem. I have many others I wrote around this same issue, but that is for another day.
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