Substantiality of Nothingness

When I have deep thoughts, I write them down, lest I be pulled under.

 

 

 

           As I walk down this lonely street

                in a world that's full of lies

                I find myself left wanting

             and must gaze upon the skies

                  I wonder if I'm waiting

                    for life's song to end

                    For am I really living?

      Or is this just something that I pretend?

                  I've lived so many days

                  just thinking of myself

                   And now I walk alone

                on this lonely road to hell

                               

             I could wait alone in heaven

               outside those pearly gates

        for just one chance to say goodbye

         an hour past forever would I wait

              Because heaven may refuse

             to let my weary soul within

                 for I am but a monster

             who has lived this life in sin

          And forced would I be to journey

                 unto that woeful fate

            into a land full of suffering

          that, with a pen, I helped create

  

                               I'm sorry for the time that I let slip through my fingers

                                      and I regret the life that was stolen from me

                                  I'm plagued by the insanity of memory's repetition

                                and I hate these words that flow from me endlessly

                   I hate to remember

                    I'd love to forget

         there's nothing left to fight over

   except the substantiality of nothingness

 

 

 

Reviews

[dark and twisty]

Felt as if this poem mirrored my own thoughts and emotions at this juncture in my life...and like you, i write the words down so i won't be pulled under...

nice work...easy to relate to.