To me as I've ever been.

My attempt at making a humorous poem based on a bad situation.

Im usually surrounded by a 
cloud of content that pushes moves forward and keeps 
me going and talks to me and lets me know 
that everything will be better 
but today and yesterday and what now 
feels like how it's always been is dark 
and hopeless and empty even though I know in the 
back of my head i'm not dead and I'm okay- 
and that I'm better than this 
and that I'm strong enough to keep 
going and growing on my river that's 
flowing and rowing my boat- 
the S.S Melancholly (Temporary) 
I hope that I can find a better name for it 
even though for now It's probably the same 
to it as it's ever been.

There is however a new light in my tunnel 
that perhaps isn't a tunnel but rather a funnel- 
I feel more falling blindly and spinning 
finally to land in a muck 
that I don't understand 
only to become a part of it. 
A part of the ground up trees and leaves 
and acorns and my friends! 
Who until looked at me with mostly pity 
I did not associate with the forest 
and the items contained there within- 
I am weak, I am dumb, and I should've come. 
If I had come I would be spared from this. 
Or maybe two months ago 
I should have just not showed up at all? 
I've never been the user but until now 
I had never been the used either and 
I'm starting to wonder if there's something 
to this Dog eat Dog world- 
Maybe I need to become the predator? 
The thing people are too afraid 
to get too far away from out of fear 
that a distance would turn them into its victims... 
but that is highly unlikely. 
The green is everyday getting greener 
and the thoughts less meaner 
(and I become more willing to submit grammar for the sake of a ryhme) 
but this time I am still the fool 
and the tool 
because- 
for f**k's sake- 
I'm still here.

Author's Note

Be as thorough as possible

Reviews

I like the energy you have, but I think it's difficult to see any concrete imagery here. You stay in your own head for the most part, which makes the reader have to assume that there's something somewhere outside of your own head. It's hard to do that when there's little to go by. It feels like you are not going far enough into your thoughts to create a scene or something that will ground the reader. As reader's of poetry, we need to be able to see, feel, hear, and touch what is going on in the action of the poem. Hope this helped. Thanks for sharing.