Something in my mind lingers,
Past the joy and laughs and tears.
You look at me and what you see
Is sweet, and bright, and true,
What clever lie is that?
I cannot see as you.
In broken glass, my fingers bleed
My hands are null and numb.
Shadows linger near my eyes,
Tears from red will run.
My hair is dry and all torn up,
With ends split like a log,
And when I hum my voice will shake
And camouflage the song.
Of course, it's not reality;
It's all just in my head.
But I wonder, will you see a lie
When I at last, am dead?
I wonder if before I die,
My face will match my shame,
How would you look upon me then,
Deranged with no good name?
There is one thing I know at least,
I never will not sing.
Singing taught me how to fly,
Among some other things.
It's part of my eternity;
A minstrel never dies!
If my spirit stays alive, my songs will tell no lies
-----
Edited 11/14/2024
YOU ARE READING
Ode to Life
PoetryIt's chaos to figure out how to live. To love yourself, to love others, to create, to destroy. It's just life. But maybe... just life isn't a bad thing? You can't have good without the ugly. This has all my poems combined, this'll be my only poetry...
