The Dim
So this is what she becomes,losing herself in a dominating personality,
lost in the doldrums
cutting everyone off
cast off woes
removing her clothes
walking naked into the ocean,
having conflicts with a setting sun
Refusing to speculate,
the origins of this outpouring of hate
bewildered relatives cast out
lost in a whirl,
hurled into a void
alone, so it's easy to avoid
all unpleasantness,
not admitting to any wrong doings
everything is smelling rosy,
something certainly stinks for sure...
Go ahead, trail blaze away,
burning up a past,
aborting a brand new day
mangled feelings just never last
chained around her neck, surely steadfast
finding the will to just carry on,
swallowing pleasantries,
if only it could right all wrongs
lowering all the lights
as if sitting in the dim,
can cover up all the mistakes,
that she created on a whim...
mathiasthom
written 7/7/09
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.