A somber wind blows through my door
Reminding me of all my flaws
A subtle down pour drowns my soul
And quenches my thirst for pain
The lack of self holds me back
I've often wondered what I could have been
But all illusions tend to fade
And here I sit in a pile of waste
Have I let life pass me by
Have I even gave a damn
A sobering thought that I have failed
While drinking in the here and now
What of tomorrow
What of my wife
Can I subdue the madness inside and live a normal life
Or is this just a dream
Have I already lost it inside a padded room
A somber wind blows through my door
And the white coats have come to take me away
2007-11-13 17:45:00 · 7 answers · asked by The Midgets Hammer 6 in Arts & Humanities ➔ Poetry
I see a lonely man, drunk with guilt. His angry and feels pity toward himself, he feels trapped without a chance. That's what I got out of it, I don't know what the others read?
2007-11-13 18:02:53 · answer #1 · answered by beygrl 4 · 1⤊ 0⤋
There has been so much of an already over loaded burden,
of finance, guest,guessing games and aximatical active invoiced, and so on. Churches and the Cathedrals opens only on Sundays, as well the Mosque, Mesquitas an the likes opens only on Fridays, you are worrying of the next generation, the tongue of the future, the disturbance in Science, the banned of knowledge, the disputable of journey end, the twist within the stomach, the dusty truth about the past-tense of the langua, and the likes.
keep the Immigrayzion chamber opens !
Shalam, shalom, shalim, salame !
2007-11-14 02:53:53 · answer #2 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 1⤋
Well, at first, I can see my front door standing open, with the house empty. Windy. Kind of spooky. I like that part.
When you start recording abstracts like "thirst for pain," and "lack of self," the picture disappears.
2007-11-14 01:52:07 · answer #3 · answered by aggylu 5 · 1⤊ 0⤋
My X husband. Waste of life, and a constant pain in my kids hearts. He needs to disappear off the face of the earth.
2007-11-14 01:53:06 · answer #4 · answered by jezuzgirl 4 · 1⤊ 0⤋
I can visualize a whole lonely street of dirt and broken houses on the corridors of my heart,,, pounding up high to catch the beat of people around,,,but it wishes to just stop and relax and remain at peace forever........
2007-11-14 01:53:53 · answer #5 · answered by I M Stoned 3 · 1⤊ 0⤋
A giant peice of toast reading a poem.
2007-11-14 04:31:29 · answer #6 · answered by Anonymous · 1⤊ 1⤋
a bottle of brandy!
2007-11-14 08:17:39 · answer #7 · answered by ari-pup 7 · 1⤊ 0⤋