PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Because somedays it's like you are fighting a plastic bag
With the universe conspiring to put it over your head

Because sometimes you can't plug your ears
Even when the noise is quite and there's music on

Because the little threads that make up the fabric of your life are being pulled out one by one
And you know that it will tear and fall apart

Because the more you struggle the more the quicksand pulls you in
And the faster the tide pulls you away from shore

Because once in a while you cry for no reason
Until you cry out powdered salt because there are no more tears

Because the more you live the less times you get what you want
And the more you live the less you get of what you need

Because even when you're surrounded you're afraid
But once everyone leaves you're lost again

Because the warmer it gets the colder your heart gets
And the colder your heart is the closer you get to the fire til you're inside it

Because when roles reverse you're so confused
Because once all is done you know you've been used

Because somedays you know that everything is definitely downhill from here