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Monday, January 2, 2012

Melancholy

This poem describes how I am on days when I just wake up wrong. No real cause for the feelings. They're just there.



I wanna close all the blinds
Pretend its raining outside
Cuz there are clouds in my mind
Things I can’t put behind
I wanna lay on my floor
Seal myself inside a door
Feel the numbness in my core
Block out the things I abhor
I wanna hear artists speak their riddles
Heal my nerves, growing brittle
Enlarge my esteem, becoming little
Sand my rough wooden heart, so whittled
I wanna trip out on vivid dreams, so placid
I’m like a junkie without any acid
These thoughts are twisted and drastic
They need time to play outside their plastic
I wanna soak in a bathtub of sorrow
Spend all the free time I’ve borrowed
To hard-reset this sleepless bizarre mode
In order to wake up normal tomorrow

2 comments:

  1. Nice poems. Good combination of modern and old timey rhyming

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  2. Thanks for stopping by the Pumpkin Patch, Randombobman! I appreciate the feedback.

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