Bad poetry

[Ire]

I sit here wondering
Pondering
Thinking
On all that could have been
Would have been
Should have been

And still nothing changes
The beat continues forever on
Who am I to claim it's stillness?
For my own selfish heart

I tried to still the roiling depths
With an abundance of medications,
But failing that I find myself
Without the release of sleep

So where does this path end?
Where does the stillness lay,
Waiting with it's awful deeps?
Sleep, I cry to the morn's colors

Sleep is all I crave
But even that
Doesn't cut deep enough
To solve the underlying curse

 

[Who_Cares]

u are very talented...wanna read my poems?
http://www.jerisparkles.blogspot.com/

im reading all off yours...very very good.