The Earth Comes Reeling, The Curtain Calls My Name!

The Earth Comes Reeling, The Curtain Calls My Name!

A Poem by AHHHHHHHH! Heath.

I force myself to write late at night,
I deceive myself in thinking it’s when I write the best.
So many thoughts race through my mind,
So many lies, so much pain, so many things to get off my chest.
Why must I always fall down the same hole,
Is there soft earth below and I just haven’t found it?
Amidst all the thorns and twigs that scrape and cut,
The heavy stones that bruise is there anything below I’m having a paranoid fit.
This is too surreal for me, nothing decent here to see,
All the people walk around like mindless zombies.
It’s as if majorities vote said sell your souls,
Give them up to us and we’ll pull on your heartstrings.
They pull and they pull and they pull until they snap,
You’ll bleed out feelings and emotions all your willpower.
They’ll make a robot out of you something to command what to do,
You’ll be their pet on a leash presented to do tricks for the master.
I hate this rut, this hole, growing up, I miss you,
I want to feel the world stop for a second.
Is there anyway we can make that happen?
Maybe freeze all the clocks and dance without being beckoned?

© 2012 AHHHHHHHH! Heath.

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You write insanely. And by that, I mean that I feel myself reading into a thought-provoking vortex. Bloody enjoyable.

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Added on March 23, 2012
Last Updated on March 23, 2012
Tags: growing, adulthood, childhood, nastalgic, thoughtful, pain, conformity, robots, zombies



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