This is my poem on life:
Life
It’s a short story that everyone wishes
Would last just a little longer.
A race that seems too long while you run it,
But quick as a blink once it’s finished.
It’s running in the same circle over and over again
Before realizing the door has been open the entire time.
And a kick in the face
When all you really need is a hug.
A hang over after having nothing to drink,
An Advil when you need a doctor,
And a flower in the middle of a polluted city.
It’s cheating and still losing,
Trying only to fail,
And having success that just doesn’t feel right.
It’s drowning in a pool with no water,
Falling out of a tree you didn’t climb,
And getting the job you didn’t want.
It’s the empty spaces in a cemetery,
And not wanting to be the one to fill them.
An example of what not to do,
But doing it anyways.
It’s the same mistakes over and over again,
And learning that they’re impossible to avoid.
It’s sun during the funerals,
And rain on the wedding days.
It’s blinking at the best part
And falling asleep before New Years.
Then waking up and forgetting
That yesterday was ever there.
Its memories lost that are longed to be remembered.
It’s remembering memories that are longed to be lost.
It’s protecting the heart with a shield of glass,
Propaganda and lies being fed to the brain,
And staying in the seat when the time comes to stand.
It’s laughing at a joke that really isn’t funny,
And smiling in front of a hidden frown.
The fake I love you’s and true just kidding’s.
The harsh burns and wounds to the soul.
It’s taking one step forward, but falling back five.
It’s slipping on a dry floor,
Falling through ice that isn’t thin,
And buying something that didn’t break.
It’s making fun by calling real names,
Walking in the sun but still feeling rain.
It’s listening to words that aren’t meant to be heard,
But ignoring what really should be said.
Letting go of problems that should be held on to
And holding onto grudges that should be let go.
It’s forgiving and forgetting, when really it’s remembered,
Acting like its fine when it’s all knotted up,
And keeping things inside until they boil out.
It’s laughter and love, a privilege and a gift.
It’s seeing but being blind,
Hearing but being deaf,
And the voices of the mute.
It’s listening to the song no one is singing
And watching TV when the show is over.
It’s reality in the middle of fantasy,
And being unable to tell which one is real.
It’s the first and last breaths,
The words left unsaid,
And the answer to all questions.
It’s just because
And I don’t know.
Go away and are we there yet?
Its tomorrow’s promises, today’s worries,
And yesterday’s regrets.
It’s smiling to a stranger that doesn’t smile back.
It’s a game played by the entire population,
A competition that’ll never end.
It’s a beginning with no ending,
A story without a plot.
It’s not right and unfair,
I don’t like you and go away.
It’s leave me alone and shut up,
I’m sorry and I forgive you.
It’s twisted and wasted and taken advantage of,
It’s broken and mended but still not fixed.
It’s leaving and unable to come back,
Finding a home that’s already taken,
The American dream that doesn’t exist.
It feels right when it’s wrong
And wrong when it’s right,
It’s being first but feeling last.
But it’s the reason we’re here,
And we call it life.
(I'd love to hear more feedback, too! And I'll definitley make the changes you guys suggested!)
