I keep asking myself
Silly Questions;
Expecting a wiser answer.
Insignificant existence stuck in my spine,
Do I really care to let it go?
Let the disease rub off in time,
Or do I let it all contagiously grow?
Watching through the broken
Shards of Glass,
Do I stop the bleeding of my veins?
Or do I let it all be,
Unchanged?
I keep asking myself
Silly Questions,
Expecting a wiser answer.
When no one knows the answer,
But me.
Yet I don't...
I don't like the way it turned out. But at least I got something after about 2 freaking months!!
4 comments:
I agree this is far from your best poems but since you've been having a block for ages now I would've expected something far worse... xD
*no rudeness intended*
There's something fascinating in this one, I gotta admit. Tho I'm not sure what it is...
sorry to say this man but i gotta agree with you and roosa...I think it would be good if we both go see the shrimp since we share the writing problem :D
"Do I stop the bleeding of my veins?
Or do I let it all be,
Unchanged?"
Thumbs up DP, no good of you to go around say this is good for nothing or that your stuff is good for nothing. (many times I said "good" in that sentence!) I have to disagree. It made me think, I love the lines above here, and above all, it's great to have you back. You're a great poet, and I've missed you. :)
this was a really really random piece, an outcome of my utter desperation actually :P
@jussi : yes, visiting a shrink isnt a bad idea... just make an appointment and i'll be there xD
@ becc : am glad that you liked it =) yet, that cant seem to change my doubts about this one... but thanks anyway :D
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