Away by Corey Lockabymy fingers tremble as i act like it's fine
covering my bases thoughtlessly
like a long (mis)used
habit
there's nothing i can handle anymore
i can't even talk about it
the one person-
if i have to be mad at someone
then please please
just forgive me now
the world doesn't cut it for me
there isn't a scapegoat, you're the closest thing
to blame
i could find
so, withering happily in the corner,
i neatly fold up and put away my thank you's
and goodnight's
and once i'm finished forgiving you
for what you're afraid to say
i'll take out an it's okay
and
i'm just not sure
devour it
and i think i'll try to go to sleep
i can't reach you, nobody can reach me
i'll just lay there and douse my mind
until nothing is left but ashes for you to sweep
(sleep)
away 07/26/2005 Author's Note: This doesn't feel right. I hope it's poetry. I didn't exactly organize my thoughts in a manner aesthetically pleasing, so perhaps it shouldn't count.
Posted on 07/27/2005 Copyright © 2024 Corey Lockaby
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Heide McAlister-Bates on 07/27/05 at 10:28 AM In my opinion, the disjointedness actually helps to get the message across - angst is never well-ordered. I like this. Is the first word in the 7th stanza meant to be "So"? |
Posted by Ashok Sharda on 07/27/05 at 03:37 PM Well, it does express the emotions and the mood which isn't one with the external and immidiate life situation. |
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