So run, from them, from them. Full speed ahead, you are not useless we are just, misguided ghosts. Travelling endlessly, don't need no ropes. Infact, they follow me, they echoe me in circles.
Watching myself,
repeating myself,
always trying to cheat myself.
What went wrong?
I was so close.
I could smell my fate,
it shivered my toes.
Was I not to die?
I thought I was,
It's what I wanted,
How was it wrong?
They didn't care,
But neither did I,
So long I lived,
just wanting to die.
Curiosity had stuck in my head,
What would it feel like,
to sleep your life dead,
So here I lie,
when will it come?
Too short a date,
have I set it upon?
Do my eyes tear for no reason?
Maybe it's the cold,
the lonely wet season.
Winter, not a happy time,
If not for the weather,
I'm sure it'd be fine.
I wait for the sun,
I wait for the hero,
to beg and plead me not to go.
But I should say this into a mirror,
it's me that needs help,
it's me that is bitter,
I look inside behind the looking glass,
a creepy appearance,
I cannot let pass,
Did my hair always look like that?
Was it always so dull,
was it always so black?
I thought my skin was a bit more tanned,
a glowing cold white,
as I touched with my hand.
Maybe I shouldn't,
'but maybe you should!'
Shut up, stupid brain,
you won't do any good!
Sit here and wait,
'til the season passes,
spreads some love,
with the tree's golden ashes,
A thought of mine,
turned to and from deception,
I'm just a misguided ghost,
of my own reflection.
I'm quite the fan of rhymes! Ha! Let me know what you think. What I was reaching towards with this poem was that in the beginning and for most of the poem, it was kind of (very) negative. But, towards the end came out with a new outlook and told something a little bit true. We are all misguided ghosts of our own reflections. Everything these days seem to revolve around our appearance, money, fame and blah blah blah. It's a fact! I believe it anyways. So feedback would be great! If you would like a review from me then put the link in the review. Peace out!
