Though the light hurts my eyes
my blood seems to be nearly dry
Blue eyes show the drinks
My mind aches as I try to think
I cant really speak and my insides feel weak
Sometimes you think you have fallen
Just to find you have hit your peak
All or some things gone or forgotten
Still you cant help but feeling rotton
You hadnt felt your troubles while sipping down the bubbles
Now you feel hollow , like the troubles only doubled
What to do or what to say
Put it in a blog and tuck it all away
Guilty enough to beg yet too guilty to pray
Seems lately it hasnt helped matters anyway
Check your spelling and make the words sound alike
Its going better than you figured but still may take all night
Beads of sweat run all over
Suck up the regret and just start all over
But hey look you did it big
If i could im sure i would renig
Stuff happens and just doesnt help to rant
You would be ranting alot and that would change your plans
But lucky you its all on your hands
Freedom and happiness lay just beyond their reach
You toil away the day dreaming
Stop only for night when you take the soapbox to preach
Maybe seems your preaching to the choir
What else is there to do in the midnight hour
Moody Bluesy maybe you are a freak
You wont have the moment of clarity now
Try again next week.
Yay i made a poem!
