Depressing Poetry by Matthew J. Beard
Dying Young, Living Old
Planted in me
The seeds of distortion
Of some other contortion.
To me, myself
My own demise is disguised.
Buds of these seeds now blossoming
Again, blooming into gin
For all to be drunken
Drowning in this pool we begin
To sense deception
Only in a deathly recollection.
External experience
From some outside force,
That lies within
We realize
Only after we are drawn
Back in
Opened up
Dying young
For I choked on a charred, soaked lung.
Coughing so quickly
Chest embedded by needles.
I don't need this
It's all needless.
Looks like you got what you wanted
While trying to find
what you're looking for
Just outside the fourth floor
Of this third world
You seemed to escape from
But what about the other two
You thought were new
But I always knew
How bad it would be
Just because I am you
And You are me!?
Copyright 2010 Matthew J. Beard, All Rights Reserved
Depressing Poetry Dying Young - Daniel Estulin, recommended author