There I lay…
Broken and frayed…
Lost in thought…
Deadened to life…
Kill me now…
Or kill me later…
Do I care?
Just end me now…
Tired and alone…
Hurting to the bone…
What can I do?
Just make it go away…
Bring me back…
Or keep me away…
Do something with me…
Just don’t leave me be…
Incomplete thoughts…
Incomprehensible actions…
Broken phrases…
And shattered glasses…
Does this even make sense?
Fuck if I know…
Tell me what I’m saying…
Just don’t let me go…
Inconsistent rhymes…
Nothing making sense…
Incongruent rhythms…
A mass of chaotic messages…
My mind aflutter…
My soul crashing…
Imagination wandering…
Everything choppy.
Four by four…
Babbling away…
Words lost to meaning…
Nothing coming out right…
Do I continue?
Do I stay?
Should I shut up?
Or go away?
Oh shit that rhymed…
What a terrible thing…
One word sounding as another…
Shame on me…
No order…
Only a slight pattern…
I am writing to write…
Can you fault me for such?
I don’t care…
Not anymore…
All I cherished is gone…
Left me along with my happiness…
Spit on me please…
Call me stupid…
Step on my heart…
Make it stop beating…
Crush my soul…
Squeeze the pain away…
Snuff it out…
Disappear…
What can these random words possibly tell?
Such a pitiful attempt…
I am ashamed…
But still don’t care…
I am lost to the chaos…
Torn apart…
Broken down…
Mixed up and shattered…
My mind running rampant with a scatter of useless words…
Tossing in the turmoil…
My sanity collapsing…
I am close to gone…
What am I to do?
Is this a rant?
Is it poetry?
Am I finally committable?
Crazy and gone…
Lost to my self…
Adrift upon insanity…
Out to lunch…
No more…
All gone…
I am done…
Forget you knew me…
© 2006 Ghost One
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