Life after life, Day after day


'Life after life, day after day'

I watched, as life after life had passed me by
I cried, as day after day I had wished to die
Then I slowly slipped into Lethargy,
Standing on the outside, and looking in to a world of beauty.
I swore I would have never given in,
but now I can only question my conviction.

I lost my sight, and I have became blind.
Show me a dream inwhich I can find

The fire is all but a flicker now within my heart
No longer can I find the solace within my art
and fear has been my shadow for so long,
who am I, when everything I am is so wrong.
Forgotten the lessons of the past, pain will always last
yet remembering the limits of what I have.

Slowly now for these waters are unsteady,
Show me a path so that I may be ready
and I watch as life after life passes me by
now I struggle day after day just to survive.
My emotions feel as though they have become paralyzed.
Just going through motions, constantly being demonized
The judge had been my own conscious, always cautious.

I lost my path, and have became lost
Forgot my way, and now I pay it's cost.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Some personal remarks mentioned in there, is all I will say about this piece

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Elfy's picture

I like this. Your emotions

I like this. Your emotions are written all over it. I feel you in this poem,
we all have those days, moments where, we want to die. Where no matter what we do,
or say, nothing is right anyway. But we move on, and live either way.
Keep writing.
Hope you'll check out more of my poems, cause i know i will check out yours :)


MatthewWayne's picture

Thank you!! :) always love

Thank you!! :) always love feedback on my art. and yes I remember what I was "feeling" when I wrote this, its hard sometimes to come out and say to someone how you feel so I find creative writing a brilliant medium for that. When I wrote this piece I felt as though I lost the passion in much of anything, and alone something we all feel in life at least once.

"I am my own sort of strange, a supernova of madness and brillance. Forced to share the same space and time. Sane enough to not be seen, yet not crazy enough to be heard." -- Matthew Wayne