I Write Poetry
The hands of the clock are crooked,
Time slowly falls away,
A never ending battle,
We slip from night to day,
A conflict we cant escape,
A struggle each step we take,
Adrift in a sea of chaos,
From this nightmare we cannot wake,
From rage to calm within,
Cycles of rushing and waiting,
A balance none have mastered,
A duel of loving and hating,
Our morality's source unknown,
How do we so freely forgive our sin,
Yet shy away from our virtues,
As we live in a strangers skin,
A contemptible bunch are we,
Performing both good and evil acts,
Wings of each devil and angel,
Protrude and sprout from our backs,
Waging wars for peace,
Claim to accept yet push and shove,
Battling monsters within ourselves,
We break the hearts we claim to love,
Such disasterpieces are we,
Chiseled, molded and wrought,
Each fighting a battle within us,
That others know of not,
We are selfish acts and good intentions,
We sift through the rubble and ash,
Searching to find our true reflection
Starving for shards of mirrored glass,
Both beautiful devils, and fallen angels,
We always wonder who we are,
Each love on our mind a lesson,
Each memory in our heart a scar,
We still try despite our failures,
We love in spite of past pain,
Hopeless fools braving the storms,
Dying flowers just praying for rain,
Forced smiles hold back tears,
We live in a world of lies,
Some we hear and some we tell,
We change from spiders to flies,
We are damaged and we are flawed,
To friends our promises break,
blinded by self delusions,
We cant accept that some of our pieces are fake,
Heroes and villains, the parts we play,
Stages of destruction and creation,
Wondering if we're doomed to hell,
Or are we worth heavens salvation,
Take stock in the weight of your soul,
Release your secret confessions,
Give your future a second chance,
And forgive your past of its transgressions,
The hourglass lays broken,
Wading through a sandstorm of attrition,
Such helpless fools are we,
Trying to decipher this human condition.
Time slowly falls away,
A never ending battle,
We slip from night to day,
A conflict we cant escape,
A struggle each step we take,
Adrift in a sea of chaos,
From this nightmare we cannot wake,
From rage to calm within,
Cycles of rushing and waiting,
A balance none have mastered,
A duel of loving and hating,
Our morality's source unknown,
How do we so freely forgive our sin,
Yet shy away from our virtues,
As we live in a strangers skin,
A contemptible bunch are we,
Performing both good and evil acts,
Wings of each devil and angel,
Protrude and sprout from our backs,
Waging wars for peace,
Claim to accept yet push and shove,
Battling monsters within ourselves,
We break the hearts we claim to love,
Such disasterpieces are we,
Chiseled, molded and wrought,
Each fighting a battle within us,
That others know of not,
We are selfish acts and good intentions,
We sift through the rubble and ash,
Searching to find our true reflection
Starving for shards of mirrored glass,
Both beautiful devils, and fallen angels,
We always wonder who we are,
Each love on our mind a lesson,
Each memory in our heart a scar,
We still try despite our failures,
We love in spite of past pain,
Hopeless fools braving the storms,
Dying flowers just praying for rain,
Forced smiles hold back tears,
We live in a world of lies,
Some we hear and some we tell,
We change from spiders to flies,
We are damaged and we are flawed,
To friends our promises break,
blinded by self delusions,
We cant accept that some of our pieces are fake,
Heroes and villains, the parts we play,
Stages of destruction and creation,
Wondering if we're doomed to hell,
Or are we worth heavens salvation,
Take stock in the weight of your soul,
Release your secret confessions,
Give your future a second chance,
And forgive your past of its transgressions,
The hourglass lays broken,
Wading through a sandstorm of attrition,
Such helpless fools are we,
Trying to decipher this human condition.
31-35, M
