Normal: A poem I Wrote?
After a while it means nothing
To the labor and leisure and the self destruction
A bakers dozen and all the usual construction
The daily life and the gamblers dysfunction
A waiter tipped less than five
Another man who forgot to thank his wife
Twisted fables and legends brought out by choice
An angry voice echoes through silent walls
Missed opportunities
Crippling obsessions
The lonely couple sufferers from misidentification
As the colors begin to fade into a fallen numbers
That are used for alternatives for pay and gas
Sunshine on the waters of the lake front
How beautiful it is to remember nothing
With the exception of the times of our youth
And the bewilderment of the lives we choose
An open interpretation
Thank You for reading.
Comments
I really enjoyed this poem.
A few easy fixes (grammar) would make this excellent.
I like the randomness of the poem, you aren't really focused on one thing, but then again you are, great job.