-Pinkerton-
01/20/09, 04:57 PM
Just a sonnet about depression, in a situation where no one can see it. The last line refers to the fact that even though to everyone else you look like you're going no where, you do know where you are going.
Battered and bruised and beaten all but dead
Only representing something most dread
Tonight I realize just one true thing
I am surviving on a broken wing
Not one sad soul will know this tomorrow
As they pity only open sorrow
And I will still dream on this slate in time
Fully awake as I commit my crime
And when the straight path's time comes to an end
It can only mean a curve or a bend
Yet while they draw from instability
I will see I’m complete impurity
Even through this I know where I will be
And I’m not ashamed that just I can see
Battered and bruised and beaten all but dead
Only representing something most dread
Tonight I realize just one true thing
I am surviving on a broken wing
Not one sad soul will know this tomorrow
As they pity only open sorrow
And I will still dream on this slate in time
Fully awake as I commit my crime
And when the straight path's time comes to an end
It can only mean a curve or a bend
Yet while they draw from instability
I will see I’m complete impurity
Even through this I know where I will be
And I’m not ashamed that just I can see