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Tell me, Mama, is there more to this Life?
It seems we all just live to die.
Is there something I didn't find?
I could just cry.
Mama, all the Love i found is gone,
It carried on without your son.
Every day just feels so wrong,
I want to run,
It's so cold living dead inside this life,
When all I seem to find is lies
And painted faces hypnotized,
I could just cry.
Mama, how did I become this man?
A painted smile, shaking hands,
I wish I'd die but never can.
Please understand,
There's nothing and nobody left for me,
I try so hard but naught I see.
This life from me ever-fleeting
Wont let me be.
This silence screams inside me every day,
I tried to shoot it all away,
And now for peace of mind I pray,
Cast me astray.
I always just push away my friends,
This loneliness wont seem to mend,
And so I call upon the end,
Beautiful Friend.
Mama, take a good, long look at me,
I'm just a Soul proven so weak.
I'm not the son you thought I'd be,
And that kills me.
I've tried so hard to be.
It seems we all just live to die.
Is there something I didn't find?
I could just cry.
Mama, all the Love i found is gone,
It carried on without your son.
Every day just feels so wrong,
I want to run,
It's so cold living dead inside this life,
When all I seem to find is lies
And painted faces hypnotized,
I could just cry.
Mama, how did I become this man?
A painted smile, shaking hands,
I wish I'd die but never can.
Please understand,
There's nothing and nobody left for me,
I try so hard but naught I see.
This life from me ever-fleeting
Wont let me be.
This silence screams inside me every day,
I tried to shoot it all away,
And now for peace of mind I pray,
Cast me astray.
I always just push away my friends,
This loneliness wont seem to mend,
And so I call upon the end,
Beautiful Friend.
Mama, take a good, long look at me,
I'm just a Soul proven so weak.
I'm not the son you thought I'd be,
And that kills me.
I've tried so hard to be.
Published 10th Apr 2013
| Edited 19th Apr 2013
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10th Apr 2013 5:52pm
19th Apr 2013 5:00pm
You know, I think Untitled fits this poem. You've captured the idea of disposition, the lacking of place in a world that has plenty. Untitled describes it perfectly. Notice that 'mama', 'son', 'friend', all titles. And yet despite calling the one in the poem 'son' and 'man', there is a desperate grasp for another title, a place.
You've captured the essence of trauma delivered to the population by societal expectations and the constant need for originality, yet because of its demand, originality has ceased to be something spectacular and instead has become mundane.
My dad told me once, that to live IS to die. Don't ever believe anyone who tells you that. We live to experience, to grow, to love, to sacrifice for the things we love most. It is human nature to fall, but it is also human nature to pick one's self back up and stand tall.
And there I go rambling again. wonderful poem, Steven.
You've captured the essence of trauma delivered to the population by societal expectations and the constant need for originality, yet because of its demand, originality has ceased to be something spectacular and instead has become mundane.
My dad told me once, that to live IS to die. Don't ever believe anyone who tells you that. We live to experience, to grow, to love, to sacrifice for the things we love most. It is human nature to fall, but it is also human nature to pick one's self back up and stand tall.
And there I go rambling again. wonderful poem, Steven.
19th Apr 2013 5:56pm
You Know, I Didn't Really Completely Understand This One, Despite Having Wrote It, Until I Read Your Comment Just Now. You Always See The Meaning Behind My Words That Even I Cant Find. I Love It! You Help Me Look At It In A Different Light Or You Just Turn Up The Dim One I'm Using lol. You Always Offer Such Amazing Insight. I Wish I Could Look At Poetry And See All That You See. I Envy That About You. Thank You, Lee! You Are Truly Amazing
19th Apr 2013 6:32pm
Your poetry is amazing, its a pleasure to read it, digest it, and then share what I've seen. You have the sight too, it just needs to be exercised. You write all the meaning into it. So its all there.
