Tired Answers

Tired Answers

A Poem by Odayin
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Much thought

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You can only strain your muscles so long,
Eventually, you'll always end up caving.
My mental capabilities have never been so wrong,
And there's this life I'm sick of saving.
My skills are just ghosts for a blind man,
Love, making me feel so defeated.
Expulsion starting to feel like sand,
And how this fine glass is just reheated.


The sand and the glass, both lies,
Falling through and smashing on the floor.
They built themselves on regret-filled cries,
And refuse to answer the door.
That unforgiving doorbell, sadly left alone,
Behind its veil lies the lightly poured mist.
The mist which would pick up the phone,
And answer those dreams you've kissed.

 

Then maybe the glass and sand,
Would forever stop the snow,
And the mist and the phone's hands,
Would forget what they know.

© 2013 Odayin


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Friends and how to help them can seem very draining at times. I see this one as you gave each one a noun name of signifigance...only ones you would understand..but they are each in pairs... like a cycle continuing to frustrate and becomes exhausting. Though you have disguised this one very well. I like it...can't put imagery to what I feel however...because my image isn't clear in my head. Befuddled is all I can give...I'm gonna read this one many times till I catch my image. But I still see the circle of friends..paired as only you would know their meanings. Glass (smooth) Sand (course) Snow (the sad left out) Mist (aberration of the mind) Phone and Doorbell (the ones signifigant to answers) :)

Posted 8 Years Ago


Odayin

8 Years Ago

Beautiful review, you always seem to catch what I throw at you

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Added on January 28, 2013
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Tags: glass, sand, answers, tired, know, door, mist, doorbell

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Odayin
Odayin

MA



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I'm just one of many trying to find a little more about life by observing everything in it; from the people, to nature, to every separate personality, my mind and thoughts have smoothed by the blessin.. more..

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