I have had an interest in writing for about 7 years and counting. One day I would like to go to an open mic and read or sing. Just to do something I'm good at with a mic. My preferences in writing are the deep pieces that make me think or the ones that describe what I cannot say. The ones that gives me hope that I am not alone feeling the way I do about some things.
Rock bottom is where you say you've hit But you're smiling But you've got someone to grieve with Your even crying No, your tearing From laughter of all things You know, you've found that slit of comfort in a moment of many But then you start to think Then bleed a little But you haven't reached bottom What happened to that smile that once was? The one that only last for one minute It got tired of hope, I think It saw too much There is more than just the good things Or less, depending on perspective The beastly preys on the hopeful and passive You as a human aren't at bottom, but your smile is Is it gone already? It has faded into a straight line Lines aren't always perfect, hopeless crescent moon You've reached bottom when there is no more that you feel you can give When you've lost all hope for yourself When you have no kick off the what ifs Some end it there But some walk with their worlds of grey
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