The Pursuit of Crapiness
It’s not a search
For fame or grace,
But merely just
A change of pace.
A dream of
No bitter and cold work days,
Moving through life
Deep in a haze.
I’m being questioned
As I sit out in silence,
Like I’m dreaming of death
Or dark acts of violence.
With a glance in my eyes
I may seem alone,
But what’s drowned deep inside
May not be shown.
If I go deep inside
And dig through my shit,
My spirit will find
It’s stuck in a pit.
Many free souls
Have followed the spell,
To change in society
With nothing to tell.
Giving up the love
For all aspirations,
Just for a drink
And bored masturbation.
The author’s blue pen
Begins to go dry,
He looks through the past
And just questions why.
His story was once
Full of his goals,
But now its been hung up
And shot through with holes.
His soul fell in the pit
Like so many others,
And the shit stacked up
Began to smother.
I sit in silence
thinking of a way,
To not dive in the pit
day after day.
If I sit motionless
Don’t question my sorrow,
I’m just running away
From the pits of tomorrow.
(2013)
This was a spur of the moment poem. Little thought was used. This is just what came out.
