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At Times..

Poetry By: Bobby Evans

Story of sorrow

Submitted:Aug 17, 2011    Reads: 11    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

At Times

Times like these its hard to go on

It's like having a playlist of all the wrong songs

Everyday is a horribly bad dream

Everything is not what it seems

Sleep is my only escape from the pain

is something wrong with me or is it my brain

I have this image of what life is suppose to be

Why can't I get it that way, What wrong with me

Is this what defines me and my life

Their actions cut like a razor sharp knife

I'm in a whirlwind of sorrow I can't come out of

Living in this hell with no love

It's like I am living two lives

I'm an alien in this world of natives

A slave to this utterly fake place

Ever feel like your always losing the race

The sky is black and it's closing in

God, When is my life gonna begin

I noticed I can no longer see color

With a razor blade I find out I'm a bleeder

This is what I resort too

What happens when I become more blue

I don't see a future anymore

Quote the raven Nevermore

By Bobby J Evans


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