maybe_mayhem
01/11/04, 08:51 PM
This is one of my newer poems about not feeling too sure about this life. comments are appreciated.
Living in Half-
You'll never hear them speak from heart,
only what they have learned as partial
credit. Here's to never knowing the
difference as only a true man would.
An original thought for this young character's
life and the events that unfold into
priceless dreams unkept. Too familiar a face
to a nation none but one stand to assist.
Their fate waits to be told another night,
endure until the last light fades.
Finding loops along the way everyday the
voice calls unto him, "You'll never know." He
constructed the seasons to his customary
design, always in production, the director
of all things.
Giving lines to portrayed comradery reflects
mind under matter. A stunning return, lifeless
left for nothing as the nightmare bleeds into
every night, just as black as the one before.
Living in Half-
You'll never hear them speak from heart,
only what they have learned as partial
credit. Here's to never knowing the
difference as only a true man would.
An original thought for this young character's
life and the events that unfold into
priceless dreams unkept. Too familiar a face
to a nation none but one stand to assist.
Their fate waits to be told another night,
endure until the last light fades.
Finding loops along the way everyday the
voice calls unto him, "You'll never know." He
constructed the seasons to his customary
design, always in production, the director
of all things.
Giving lines to portrayed comradery reflects
mind under matter. A stunning return, lifeless
left for nothing as the nightmare bleeds into
every night, just as black as the one before.