Dreadful Shades of Pink

I didn't know what else to call it, so I looked up and saw a really ugly flower. That's why it's called what it's called. too bad.

intoxication, self-sedation.
forced to live on love-starvation.

 

drugs to fuel a fragile mind,
growing darker over time.

 

a toke to take the edge off,
a pill to paint a smile,
bad thoughts lurking in the back
supressed for just a while.

 

Friendly faces come and go,
lost under a static snow,
and this is how i always know
that the truest colors never show.

 

The sun doesn't come up these days,
the condition of my drugged up haze.
Life's a sea of shades of greys,
and endless dream, or just a phase?

 

My thoughts have no formula,
you can't solve me with math;
i'm much more lost than you know,
too far down this dark path.

 

You'll never hear me call your name;
this is a single-player game.

 

 

 

until,

 

game over.

Reviews

[Robert Francis Callaci]

In the darkness is where you'll find the light- Love the dark shades in this piece-getting stoned and lulling yourself to sleep in order to mask the pain and despair that this black rock we call earth inflicts upon us.

A well crafted piece- good rhyme scheme, flow and tone- you've got writing chops- I felt every word-



my warmest
bob

[Sami Khalil]

"My thoughts have no formula,
you can't solve me with math;
i'm much more lost than you know,
too far down this dark path.


You'll never hear me call your name;
this is a single-player game."
That is what you call good poetry...Thank you for sharing...:)

[Bud]

Could definitely feel pain and anger in this...I can relate to it...seems as though people are one way when first you meet, only to become someone else after the new wears off...: >(

"You'll never hear me call your name;
this is a single-player game."

Loved this line! Great write! : >)