Some Days
Some days I sit alone, misery
doesn't always love company
I think about things I will never
touch and will never see
Life & death love & hate
These are the things my mind
debates
Again & again my mind goes
When will it stop, who knows?
Some days I sit with people but I
can't stand
When they do or say things they
haven't planned
Haven't thought of, minds at their
minimal function
They don't see much in
conversation with a fruitful end
It's all how's your weekend & how
much I like to spend
Not that I'm the deep minded,
serious type
But how is what they're talking
about worth the hype
Some days when it's sunny I want it
to rain
For some reason I will always find a
reason to complain
Nothing is ever good enough,
passive self destruction
Feel like I could be happier without
this self obstruction
I know this all too well but...
I cannot explain, so in this state I
shall forever remain
Some days I start to see
Why there is no place in this world
for a person like me
I am rigid but mellow, brave but
yellow
I go through phases where I feel
like I am in mazes
Just like other people
But I am not like other people
I believe this world could be better
but there's no future for mankind
Truth is it cannot be better; this is
the way the world was designed
A design of paradox & contradiction
No wonder there will always be war
& affliction
Someday I will get peace of mind
And put all the stress of this world
behind
But not today.
Copyright © Abubaker M.Zain | Year Posted 2014
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