these volumes of sadness
that pour out of me
are they my weakness
or my strength?
these tomes of madness
attributed to me
are they my salvation
or are they my doom?
this departure from gladness
i dive, fall and spiral
are they dreams
or paths ahead?
this illusion of radness
(or how ever you want to say cool)
is it really real
in part or whole?
this aura of badness
i cant seem to shake
my shackles, my albatross
ill-fated saviour tactics
these periods of flatness
no high point, no lulls
this future, this zing
simply becomes zedless
About the Creator
Bren
"It's just a token of my extreme!" - Frank Zappa
"Cause it's all in the heat of the moment It's all in the pain!!!" - Devin Townsend
Centre Stage with the wonderful Heather Hubler
Comments (3)
Oooo, I loved the rhyming that you did with -ness! This was flawless! Perfection!
Third beaker is looking a little low, time to top it up! I like the word Radness. “Ill fated saviour tactic”… hmm… So many meanings in this poem and I hope the volume is turned up on your end a little louder soon!
This Piece is Sadly Brilliant 😉🧡📝👍