A bright jumper in a darkened room,
waiting for inspiration to resume and bloom,
take those words to the tomb, a lonely groom, it's all just come to soon,
moments that come once in a blue moon, they accumulate so quickly, so regularly that it's bound to bruise,
all motivation is used, squeezed, the last trickles of strength oozed,
it's finished, there is nothing left to be pursued.
A bright jumper laying on a dusty floor,
a belief that there should be so much more,
but no ones holding the door, feelings of inadequacy raw, the cuts they leave unimaginably sore,
a lack of desire to continue to implore, perhaps the granting of nothing is written in life's law,
perhaps nothing is waiting in store, this is it, back pushed against the wall,
engrossed in life's ravaging maul.
A bright jumper sagging over the dull chair,
even as pen is touching paper rejection is baring its ugly glare,
a dark feeling no longer rare, hopes and dreams puffing daily into thin air,
there is no defiant stare, no resilience for teeth to bare, a gloomy lair, life a mare,
shoot the flare, please help, be fair, why so quick to grab the flesh and tare,
there must be enough success to share, it cannot be so rare like maroon coloured hair, where is the care?
A bright jumper dangling from the extinguished light,
a realisation dawns that there is no birth right, no guarantee that dreams take flight,
dreams that are nourished at night, a forgotten plight, a renewed fight,
but come the day and the renewed extinguished light, no manners, no desire to be polite,
just a statement that it's not right, no ifs or maybes or an allowance that it might,
just a ghostly response that fills, overflows and gorges with an unceasing fright.
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The Kelp Manifesto
PoetryA real and frank monograph of poetry from a young man who feels lost, swaying at the bottom of the ocean of life, with the aim of giving faith to those in a similar position. Covering subjects such as, relationships, unemployment and engagement with...
