I�m going to use this thread to show any other poems I write.
Lost Again
Its dark, the air is still,
Yet flows around me.
Never moving, always changing,
Just another choice,
Another step.
I hear a voice
It speaks in a tongue so clear.
I don�t understand the words.
My mind is clear
Never numb
I never move
I always fear
Another step.
My mind is numb.
I try to hard
To be too different,
I try to hard
To rise and live when,
People try me
Use and lie,
Deceit,
I wonder why?
Should I live, or should I die?
What else to do, when no one hears your cry?
Should I live, or should I die?
You’re the tears on my pillow,
You�re the reason I�m see-through
Why I�m not on this level.
You took my heart
And turned it jellow.
Crushed me like a bug,
� Tears on my Pillow.
Keep writing and express whatever you feel like on any topic even if it is considered overused. Ezra Pound said that we could never make new stories since all the plots were used. We now must try to make those used streams of thought better. good job.