Crawling
They say, "The world burns, yet you dance in it?"
Thoughts in my head make me sink every time
Drowning in self-pity or maybe the world is just cruel
What life has been—so distasteful
Each time I try to see the aesthetics, I see all far from beautiful
Overwhelmed by the gloom in my soul
A sad sod with a shaky tomorrow
Tribulations abound
And jubilation is never around
I try to crack a smile
So they call me a crackerhead
They say, "the world burns, yet you dance in it?"
I say, "why not?" Maybe I'll get a chance in it
Maybe I'll crawl out
Maybe I'll fall out
Maybe I'll call out
And someday, help will come; no doubt.
About the Creator
senmial
There is nothing more satisfying than finding joy in who we are and become. I am a glass half-full person and a work in progress. Poetry is my means of CATHARSIS and Music is my THERAPY#ToLoveAndBeLoved
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