Untitled Four

The sreet lamp lights

Are her only way in the night.

Like the moth attracted to the flame's ignite

She burns and grins with the sensation of delight.

It's a sick world we live in

Looking forward to heaven

Unappreciative of what we are given

Asking for more at the foundation of sin.

Reality is blasphemy

Living the past is real to me

It feels to me, so deeply

The lament of night crying what can't be.

I'm snug in my cocoon

Away from the antagonizing moon

Who reels her ugly head around to soon

The push and pull of the tide to my doom.

Wearing idiosyncrasies on my sleeve,

It's hard to relate to what you can't believe.

Everytime I'm stressed I get up and leave.

What a cornucopia of tangled emotions we weave.

Reviews

[Jamie Jenkins]

Woah, this is filled with strong emotions. I can really feel the hatred, or simply resentment, at the world radiating from this piece. If you think about it, the one and only reason we are in pain is ourselves, because we are people and people are complicated beyond reason! People hurt other people and people hurt themselves and all because thoughts like the ones you expressed, really make us think about... well, everything. And sometimes there's naught but to "get up and leave" if we want to keep our sanity.
Really enjoyed this piece, the world is crazy, keep on writing about it, maybe someday we'll all understand!

[Toni Spruill]

This poem is awesome I feel what the poem feels. It's so good it's hard to explain the emotions. Great job.