A Poem by SinisterPotatoe (Jack)

The day blinds me with its light, warming my skin

But the dark of night will come sooner later, the sky is a traitor

I’m a hater of darkness, the cold, and wet feelings of skating on thin ice, drowning in my nightmare

I want to be a star in the sky, but I’m fried by the sun, melting on the pavement

Slowly draining away today, and even if I have a statement, will being heard give me any relief?

The future isn’t bright, the past isn’t any greater

The world isn’t right, we might just burn out, without help, welp, might as well wait for the inevitable

I can sense your hate. Do you want to fight? What is there to win for beating me?

Treating me like I’m more than pebble in the mountains

Where do I begin? With every little sin, I’m hungry for a better life, and I’m slowly getting thin

My start was good, but now I’m finished, no way to win this

I hear you snicker, you want to bicker about how I’m weak? As if you could understand pain

You can’t win this either, do you think you're better than me? Your part of the same world as me, don’t you see?

You can’t do s**t, you’re not fit for this bit, you might as well light the match and burn away your dreams

Watch them go up in smoke, because the truth is you’re a joke, and they’re laughing

You’ll be chasing something impossible, until the point you’re in a hospital, the nurses aren’t hospitable

And now you’ll know what it feels to have lost it all

So bask in the light while you can, but soon you’ll find that your blind, the days over, nights come, and only darkness remains

So retrain your brain and restrain your anger, because you’re not a star in the sky, you’re not even a cloud, and you need to realize a fact

You lack the ability to be any better than me

You’re just another word in humanity’s library

© 2017 SinisterPotatoe (Jack)

Author's Note

SinisterPotatoe (Jack)
I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.

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The last line hits hard. You always surprise me with your words. You express grief with every word possible.

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Added on November 7, 2017
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SinisterPotatoe (Jack)
SinisterPotatoe (Jack)

Burlington, Halton, Canada

For those who wonder why I have a silly username, I've been using this name because I find it funny. Potatoes are never really that sinister. The e on the end of potato is because I'm a potato with to.. more..