nothing is engraved in stone
but yet we feel alone
broken things can not always live again
nothing but chains
wishing for things to change
always the same crap over and over and over
and tell me are these wings broken?
and why are the windows not open?
why is my sky so grey?
hands full of stains
of blooded remains
mistakes of yesterdays
nothing is to blame
everything says the same
and I find myself lost, over and over
these wings are so broken
and even rocks cannot open
the locks and windows holding me in
tired, alone in circumstances I cannot control
if my life is a deck of cards
the only card I ever pull is the fool
i am living in a deck of fools
(c) 2014 allen simpson
I blame Nickleback. I don’t listen to the band because it makes me write depressing poetry and I am a very happy person grrrrr.
on the other hand my poem is perfect for a song