Poetry Up The Ladder and I'm Roped In

[Joey]

Dust Me Off​

I am chemically imbalanced
And the crowd which surrounds me
Screams at me like so
As if dying is something beneath me

And from there I can tell I sound lowly
I'd fall - but I've already displaced myself
I'm as self-centred as my body's tight
As high as I'm balanced this time

I knew anyway if life is worth dying for
Then why do I fear God?
How could I fall that easily?
So that the breeze then carries my eulogy?

Sometimes when I'm by myself
When my night crescends so I'm less
I tell myself I'm a morbid shell
I'm desperate to leave anyone who can tell

That's not fair to anyone though is it?
When I say things I could under sell myself
But then if I'm not noticed
There's no one looking to me or you

I can place the times I've been down there
When I've met people to call a friend
I would say hello to introduce myself
To say let's be loved and lost (again)

In the end an old adage rings true
We are born to die and to mistrust
As cold as it sounds they're all metered in
Now I can float back up my clichéd line

I hope less tight - this time
I do realize, for all I say or do
Nothing I care for will return
And to my world as held to such contextual base?

I know that a rope to hang
Says more than I ever could

 

[Atomic_Decay]

Very nice