Grudge Against the Living

Grudge Against the Living

A Poem by Brandon M. Whittaker

Eh... I finally felt creative.

I can't break free
It's so dark I can't even see
I want to know why
I can feel the sties
That are disabling my eyes
It's unbearable, now I can't breathe
Is this who I'm supposed to be?

Why does it matter to you
What the hell it is I do
What do you have against the living
That makes you so unforgiving
How do you sleep at night
When you're haunted by the sight of life
What's the point in trying to fight?

I think you're afraid
You hurt others because you're stained
But when you're alone
And the darkness around you grows
Everything you know
Only shortly lingers
Before it slips right through your fingers

© 2012 Brandon M. Whittaker

Author's Note

Brandon M. Whittaker
I'm unsure as to way I made the beginning kind of emo-ish, but I guess that's just the only way I know how to start a poem o.O

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Added on June 17, 2012
Last Updated on June 17, 2012
Tags: poetry, grudge, against, living


Brandon M. Whittaker
Brandon M. Whittaker

San Diego, CA

Blah blah blah blah blickity blockity bloo! Who really wants to hear the story of someone's life in this thing? I'll give you the basics. I love writing poetry and stories and...I like metal...that'.. more..