Thursday, June 14, 2012

Depression, Insanity or Too Much Time in My Hands?

Hmm... I just re-read a post regarding the poem I wrote on April 11, 2000.

A lot of people liked it. But when I read it now, I have two thoughts:

Thought 1 - Damn, I should have been a poet.

Thought 2 - I think this is before I discovered the concept of ego and how everything is temporary.

This is me from the future telling myself:  "Go get some food, watch a movie and stop feeling sorry for yourself, crazy face!"

Venom

Silence deafens
Food weakens
Nothing around but the sound
of time
As darkness creeps
Twilight weeps
and misery slithers, crawls
slowly into my closely guarded walls
I begin to wonder
Am I trapped in my mind again?

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Rome and Florence 2012 - The Vatican