Ramblings

by Leah20   Jul 29, 2008


I hope I'm not getting sick again
My writing's returned
But where are my friends
Seems like we're all lost in
The Bitterness sometimes

Deadbeat mistaken tired and alone
I'm sick of walking
Still so far from home
And this song just keeps
Ticking inside my head

Sometimes we face this through
The eyes of a child
A rampant innocence of temperate mild
But soon my son soon
We will find rest again

Left to the world of rampant destruction
Chaos unfolding subsequent construction
Sometimes I think
I just need to
Rest my Pen.

    report violation
0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments

  • 16 years ago

    by ether

    Okay, this one needs a little improvment. I'd say to try and make your work a little more "poetic" (whatever that means, haha) through an expanded vocabulary to add imagery to it.
    Other than that, I did like this. For "Ramblings" it sounded (read?) good. And I like the ending.

    4/5

    jess ~

More Poems By Leah20