Parallel World, by honesty_kills Subscribe to rss feed for honesty_kills

these parrallel lines
run smooth and steady.
they make me feel so blind.
the envy i have
for the perfection they possess
is something that brings me to tears.
thousands of sparks of life run through them
while i feel so empty and barren.
to watch them glide at a steady pace
is something that i hate,
i wish i was that steady.
so alive.
so free.
nothing stops them; nothing hurts them.
but look at the life of me.
its barely a relief to survive.
the sun barely comes out
for my enjoyment.
and when it does
its always in the seconds 
when it feels good to die.
Posted: 2005-02-03 00:42:28 UTC

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