SH (March 17,1971 / Edmonds, Washington)

Who's The Veiw

Pretend I feel fine when I'm not
And I don't really know what
Knocked me to the ground and holds me down
....Still.....
And answers don't appear before me
Like they used to do now only - life -
It grinds itself down sharp
- And stabs you through the heart
Who will I be? .....
When it's said and done
Missing everyone
- Who will I be?

I planned to be a simple man
Or if possibly half that
Spread across the floor as my reward
.....Until......
And nothing ever stays the same
By time it gets to me it's been completely changed - again -
I'm guessing the rest are things
- We can probably discard
It's hard
When everyone's unhappy
And so afaid of it all
They fall into smaller drains than their fathers raised them on
Whenever he comes to get me
Throws away what I've done
It's always the older things that are harder to get beyond
It's always the older things that are harder to get beyond....

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