The Under Miner

 

I am the under miner

When I try my best I fail the test

When I don’t try I am the best

Why is this?

Why can’t I do what I set my mind to?

 

I’m a failure, I tell myself

When in truth I don’t know myself

I only see what I shouldn’t see

The very worst part of me

And the image chokes and suffocates me

 

I point the finger

And spread the blame

When in reality

We’re all the same

 

But at the last dying second

When my vision fades away

And I believe no one believes in me

An epiphany hits me

And I finally see, what I was always supposed to see

 

I am the under miner

The non-believer in the mirror

The one I could not see

 

And now I believe, what I’m supposed to be

The only approval I need is me

But now it’s too late

I’ve taken too long

And now I have murdered me

 

I was the under miner

Reviews

[Marilyn My Bitterness]

Wow. That was amazing. I am so impressed by the entire poem. The flow was amazing. I love poetry that is easy on the tongue. Words aren't forced, or just put together. Poetry is about words that are molded together to create a piece of something more. And this poem accomplishes that amazing. I too have experienced what the poem talks about here. Amazing, Amazing write. Keep up the great work!

[Juanita]

I agree, this is a good poem, & it does have a good flow. Great job!

[Rocker-Tomboy 15]

I think that your writing had muh feeling and a much deeper meaning to it. On the surface it seems that you are talking about yourself,but it seems also that yo can be talking about other people and the world around you and about how people are all the same despite the front they put up. I also think that it talks about how people, and their last moments realize that they bascially "wasted" their life on things that they didn't need or were stupid. They realize that their whole lives was a lie, and that in reality, their lives did not fit the picture perfect life that they wanted to live. Yes, it is very bleak and emo-sounding, but i believe that it has a much deeper meaning... keep up the good work. I suggest you try for something a little less emo-sounding.... because to be honest, i think that you can be a little less dark and a little more cheerful. life is not always such a drag....

[Carl Fraser]

This is a pretty bleek write my friend, full of despair and lacking any hope at all. Theres lots of us black sheep in the world but we all eventually find our place. I hope you find yours.........Blessings, Carl

[RHEA CROSLEY]

This has good insight into are human falsehood and vanity. We hide from real truth at times only to hurt ourselves. And as you said we are all the same. To one degree or another we have all played this self destructive game. Thanks for the good write.

[Vonnette]

Sad. Why are we always so hard on ourselves? No one thinks as badly of us as we do ourselves.