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My Deprivation
written by Lothiriel01:31 AM 12/20/04If one could sink lower
Would a second even help?
Like a quicksand of time
Evolution taking its toll
When one's soul feels filtrated
With the dirt and grime of life
Recycled over and over again
Bleeding one of strife
When one secludes to this frame of mind
In the frenzy of a deprivation
Watching the clock in an infuriation
Wishing time would wile away
Madness shows its wonder
Of a ballistic point of view
Can’t live in dream
Can’t make believe a reality
Hands quaver while clutching the pills
That won’t alter this fixated deprivation
Don’t want to shut down
Can’t pretend to love it
Translucent objects materialize then die away
Then leave me wondering what plain of existence
my mind is playing on now…
Allow a trance to conform me
A blessed sleep, void of nightmarishly ethereal belongings
It does not matter now
Only time to slow a withered heart from devastating eternity
Allow me not to think of this any longer
Allow me not to feel
Please just let the darkness fall over me so I know no more
When I can’t tell reality from dream
in my deprivation |
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