- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Clouds of Stone
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Click hereAll around the wastes of my existence I do go
Always trying for the best and reaping what I sow
Pleasant disposition and sense of humour, ho!
Down and down and down and down as low as I can go.
I guess that’s why I always find I spend the lows alone
I guess I've come to realize it don't help to bitch and moan
I guess I know how frightening are these feelings that I own
Cause I live deep so deep so deep and wreathed in clouds of stone.
- COMMENTS
WomanPariahabout 16 years ago"wastes of my existence" is mortifyingly real, nice words. I love the singsongy rhythm to go with the dirge of the actual words, good poetic irony there. [fix "thats" though, please] <p> Rather than coming off as redundant per se, the over-repeated down really works --- how low can we go? I'm trying to picture "clouds of stone" still --- good image, it's at once accessible, but still a little hard to wrap your head around. Thanks for the read.
