The Natural Course Of All Things

Just a thought.

Often scared, never really prepared
Dilated eyes, head full of daggers.
Sins twist within - what a selfish burden
Helpless help is all I've got to offer

Turn your back to the rain -
but the sun burns forever and it's
no shelter
Clean up your sepia memories
of recent violence
Everything is even scarier if seen
in your coloured-mind-TV

Random thoughts of success and suicide
The opposite extreme always meet
at the same obvious end
Here we all exist, waiting to die
But just a few really live, as many are already
dead inside.

Author's Note

Just a thought.

Reviews

[Chloe]

You manage to convey concepts and ideas that would never have crossed my mind if had not been for you. I find you refreshing and this poem only fuels my astonishment with you and your work. You're fantastic, my dear. Everything you write has left me breathless.

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

Now this is outstanding. excellent.