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May 20, 2009
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Disapointment
With all the eggs in one basket,
I can't see clearly,
I can't see the "bright side"
I'm tied up in what I clutch
oh so near and dearly,
merely desperation,
but deprivation more severely
sincerely I've had enough!
I've had too much,
I'm slowly slipping
slowly losing touch,
such a creeping, grinding pain,
like a kick in the crotch.
My brain, mainly drained,
struggles and strains
to maintain myself as plainly sane
retain my throat with ball and chain
look down on me with disdain
and entertain these thoughts of mine,
of this insane campaign.
Although is it so insane?
all I want is a living
all I want is relief
belief that there is something
more than grief to be experienced
in this brief experience of life
where a quick slice of a knife
can change your reality
I've suffered a fatality
to my vitality,
and my neutrality
not to mention my commonality
and I now harbour with hospitality:
despise, sadness and brutality.
abnormality at its best
...depressed...
even with all I've possessed
...distressed...
...unimpressed...
even with all I've expressed
yeah...even with all I've expressed
I'm hard pressed to find anything
that makes me feel whole
that takes control of this wandering soul
Hahaha, here they are again!
the demon of yesterdays reign
here again to belittle and complain
a game we know all too well.
It's noisy outside, but there's clarity in here
the voices boom almost too clear,
although through fear
and the occasional smear of a tear
sometimes its all too clear to hear.
"Hey! just appear to adhere to everything they say
We'll make our own way
We have to now"
..I have to beat the demon
I have to outlast it
It's not gunna happen though
whilst all the eggs are in one basket.
I can't see clearly,
I can't see the "bright side"
I'm tied up in what I clutch
oh so near and dearly,
merely desperation,
but deprivation more severely
sincerely I've had enough!
I've had too much,
I'm slowly slipping
slowly losing touch,
such a creeping, grinding pain,
like a kick in the crotch.
My brain, mainly drained,
struggles and strains
to maintain myself as plainly sane
retain my throat with ball and chain
look down on me with disdain
and entertain these thoughts of mine,
of this insane campaign.
Although is it so insane?
all I want is a living
all I want is relief
belief that there is something
more than grief to be experienced
in this brief experience of life
where a quick slice of a knife
can change your reality
I've suffered a fatality
to my vitality,
and my neutrality
not to mention my commonality
and I now harbour with hospitality:
despise, sadness and brutality.
abnormality at its best
...depressed...
even with all I've possessed
...distressed...
...unimpressed...
even with all I've expressed
yeah...even with all I've expressed
I'm hard pressed to find anything
that makes me feel whole
that takes control of this wandering soul
Hahaha, here they are again!
the demon of yesterdays reign
here again to belittle and complain
a game we know all too well.
It's noisy outside, but there's clarity in here
the voices boom almost too clear,
although through fear
and the occasional smear of a tear
sometimes its all too clear to hear.
"Hey! just appear to adhere to everything they say
We'll make our own way
We have to now"
..I have to beat the demon
I have to outlast it
It's not gunna happen though
whilst all the eggs are in one basket.
— Bosscombat, May 20, 2009
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Critiques
Seren
17 years ago
Wow …. speachless will
Bosscombat
17 years ago
:)
weirdelf
17 years ago
Love your wordcrafting
Bosscombat
17 years ago
Hey Jess
Bosscombat
17 years ago
:)
Bosscombat
17 years ago
:)
weirdelf
17 years ago
We all got our demons
Bosscombat
17 years ago
:)