Wisdom of the Dead
Give me something useful
Other than a fading smile
Something that for once is truthful
Something that doesn’t last a while
But instead I’ll find a tear
Happiness has a cost
If I’m pulled away from here
All enjoyment will be lost
This worn down statue stares at nothing
Everything that gives him pain
If I smiled due to loving
In time I’d be insane
Emotions drained by mirrors
Yet still I like to blame
Looking closely gives me shivers
It’s in myself I’m playing games
There’s no such thing as a conclusion
There’s only start and end
The beginning lacks confusion
But then we’ll find we must pretend
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
