A Poem for my Thoughts
Serenity from this surreality
I want freedom from my mind,
But the clock keeps ticking and tocking,
My thoughts being the cuckoo that never shuts up,
Smashing the side of my skull,
Scraping away at any hanging hope.
It never shuts up!
For you see the world is a stranger,
Callously creeping from a deep chasm in the darkness of a desolate alley,
Watching, but never comforting.
My cuckoo is the only thing I have,
As I desperately delve deep down
For any unconsuming consciousness or concupiscence.
The only thing I have!
Hitting like a hammer, on and on it hounds, hating and hurting,
Thump- You don’t want to be
Thump- You’ll never make it
Thump- You don’t belong
Thump- You shouldn’t be,
I am a big square box squeezing into a small circular bucket,
I am a person.
But not as I should be!
I found this poem at rootstoblossom.wordpress.com and they got it at http://bandbacktogether.com/post/3834/ by an anonymous blogger there.
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