Lesser Days

Let's hang out inside your head
in a century full of sinful deeds
we'll bend the swings, in a playful sting
and kneel to parallel sight

Flight, Fright, we wish for the light
of lesser days
Magic marker intoxication,
the marbles roll in isolation
forgetting why they move
surrender bibs of unkept food
for bloodied sheets of reception
do we recoil from weight
or linger to touch our fate

Reviews

[imnoromeo215]

The style you used to write this is very good it has a great ring to it but i just find you direction a little confusing. I do not want you to take that badly because even with see it as confusing your style of writting still makes it a good poem. I just feel that if you take a look at it and try to make it a little clearer it will be easier for others to understand. Then again I could be completely wrong. I just know that I have problems following it, and feel that others might feel the same way. Then again I could be completely wrong just trying to help though.