Crazy Daze

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Just when you think you got life sorted... it unravels, before your eyes.

You know what it's like... maybe not

Being told your uncaring and heartless
So you wear your heart on your shirt sleeve
With your shirt soon taken from your back, as they leave
Leaving you back to being heartless

So you find something else
Whatever it be, just really nothing
When nothing, is really something else
When you had something

Being told to walk in your father's shoes
Without father, which shoes to choose?
Try being in someone else's shoes

With two left feet, I stumble and fall
High heals are a pain, and make me too tall
Cramped hurting feet, from one size too small

It's been a year, to this very day
Same old place, minor changes, a new face
With each change, a feeling more out of place
Needing a reason to move on, or just stay...
In my empty home

Drifting out of sight, lost touch with reality
The midnight streets is where I roam
A day was no different than any other
Yet scripted for viewing pleasure, like reality...
In a gutted tv


Submitted: February 25, 2020

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hullabaloo22

Very surreal.

Tue, February 25th, 2020 8:13pm

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Well, I guess I am that kind of person jnside... as I put my first loss into rhyme, too late year and so many months to get over living in an empty apartment and living in the midnight hours. I was very happy in my seclusion, until I got use to being around a person for over a year, which a child. So I was completely empty inside, and that's how I dealt with it.

Tue, February 25th, 2020 12:16pm

sprinkly biscuit

hmm mixed bag of thoughts with an intertwining turn of the knife just at the crucial point..
not my fave subject but a good read... xxx

Tue, February 25th, 2020 10:25pm

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Ah, well it be a wee story, in fragments that tell my life for a particular time. I put a lot of tRust and love into a relationship that poofed. Not having a proper goodbye, when at the time I was lost without it. Sorta takes you deep into my thoughts in using a bit of sayings all tied into each other. You know me, as how I like to play on word meanings, this time I turned what is obvious into mayhem. That's back when my own logic was based on what I knew and tried to relate, when nothing related. Note... I was an isolated person before the relationship, and once I got use to it, which a wee boy, I learned to express love, mostly because of the boy being pure of heart. Once that poofed... I was confused, and felt so alone, even though i could live alone. I never felt that way before, and this poem explains it as well as I could, while giving depth to simple explaination of loss.

Tue, February 25th, 2020 2:35pm

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