Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Untitled Poem

Wherever I am 
Whoever I'm with 
Apathy sits in the pit of my soul 

Melodramatic my writings may be 
Expressive of thoughts and feelings they are 

Accurate Depth 
Perception falls short 
Writing with ease 
Flowing with words 
Empty of meaning 
Without direction 

My brain is wrinkled 
With repetitive thoughts 
Of petty introspection 

Feeling worthless

By Eric Newport

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I wiped as the tears started dropping while reading your poems, I feel like you and I are going through the same things.
If you nee anyone to talk to.
Message me.