eyes of the old

this is my emo poem :P I don't own copyrights to this picture conworth does.

it's hard to find meaning

at noon it seems impossible

          to get out of bed

crazy planning 5years

      when you dont see past tuesday

desiphering lifes

  a blind man talking to a deaf one

it seeps into you

   like cold mold from the inside

so easy to get lost

   always looking through empty gin bottles

why keep running

when you know your race was run

  who beats a dead horse

it must get lonely

   being a bubblesuited man

there comes a time in you life

         you can't keep running

you can only live up

     to your highest expectation

     but what do I know

I didn't even want to get out of bed today

Author's Note

This was a venting poem theres a lot of things I wish that would be smoother. But I'm fairly satisfied about it. It may sound a little whinny but try to look past that. mmm other than that feedback would be much appreciated.

Reviews

[Jillian]

I like that it isnt smooth, it makes the emotion feel raw, real. great job!

[Dorchadas]

It doesn't sound whinny at all... it seems reflective to me... possibly weary?
Emotional tiredness is draining and I think you express this perfectly and with such accuracy.
Powerful words and imagery... really drew me in and made me think... great write ;)