Neutral
My eyes are neutral
Observing the horizon
Morning may never come
The birds may never chirp
My song may never be heard
If that sun never rises
It'll be because I didn't make it
I'm tired of everything
Though I have no reason to be
I've just got a foolish heart
My reflection reveals something hideous
Because my soul can't shine through
The layers of depression
That cover my body so heavily
And I'm not sure how to get rid of them
I yearn for fields of strawberries
Wearing straw hats and smiles
Watching the lazy clouds float past
With my child on my shoulders
Overlooked by my proud wife
Irony is me finding a glimmer of hope
In the darkest moments of night
When I fail to find slumber
And somber thoughts beckon
I remember to hold on to myself
Voices are the water that hydrate my soul
Allowing positivity to blossom
Displaying even an inkling of gravitas
I just want to feel the comfort of others
So that I'm not alone with myself
Truth be told I'm just a wilted flower
Digging my roots into concrete
Because conditions don't allow me to grow
And even the prettiest dream is a nightmare
When it's something I'll never attain
My eyes are neutral
Observing the horizon
Morning may never come
The birds may never chirp
My song may never be heard
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2019
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