Within our youth, for growth we lust,
My memories stay, but the happiness fades
Well I came of age, but turned to dust
With every mistake I lie awake
I’m still so young and yet feel stagnant
Empty dreams give way to grief
Indolent thoughts now running rampant
A spirit full of empty holes
I speak my lines like a cold machine
Hiding lies behind insincere smiles
As do the robots that reach out to me
A reputable name perverted by fame
Falsified comfort drives me into the dark
This fool believed you offered relief
As only darkness can soothe my heart.
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Damn, I love the thought out into this one.
Especially that ending.
I know all too well, that feeling of comfort found in the darkness.
Great piece, my friend!
Thank you good sir!
your work just keeps getting better & better.. a part of the idea reminds me of something I wrote earlier, & I guess that makes it somewhat easier for me to understand.. good work, man. this must be one of your best
I must admit that I’m having fun experimenting with the structure of my poems. I’m glad that you were able to relate to it on a personal level! Thank you NB!