A new day

HenkeHenke Posts: 34
edited September 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Found this laying around, think my nephew made it several years ago. It was dated back to 99, so he was about 18 years old.Thought it was pretty good so Ill just post it here for you.

It's not cold, but it's not warm either
Sitting here, feeling sorry for myself
But what I could do is just end it
The objects around me are possible sollutions
Sollutions to my problem
A beer bottle, knife, guitar strings
Everything and anything
Maby this is my therapy
Writing down my sorrows and angers
Feel it helps, but know it will be gone when I stop writing
Can't let my mind start think on it's own
That will make me feel the horrible feelings again
At one point when drinking
I get a moment of clearity, I can block all obstacles
it's only me and the guitar
Every note, every phrase, comes out perfectly
I feel tired
Predictable like a movie youve seen a hundred times
Need a change, need something new
The sun is coming up, the morning breeze
I see the mighty mountains and go to sleep
Smart is being able to see the obvious
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