Others not me

They say the simple things

in life are free,

but nothing simple

comes to me,

all around I look and see

only to others it appears to be,

life for others normality,

buzzing around

like busy little bees,

yearning dreams all trying to see,

floating like leaves

away from me,

happiness eludes like

the branches of a tree,

hope for the dammed

from the mouths that plea,

moist tired eyes

that become bleary,

to others life seems so carefree

beyond the pale

in silent dignity,

to me my solitary tears,

rivers run so salty,

toward an end that

becomes slippery,

long lost emotion

for others which seem,

to pass ever-so swiftly

Comments 3 comments

Jamie 5 years ago

Awesome!! I love it


GoodLady profile image

GoodLady 5 years ago from Rome, Italy

Musical -

I could hear the 'rap',

was i right?


jenubouka 5 years ago

Great words conform new innovative thoughts and gestures.

    0 of 8192 characters used
    Post Comment

    No HTML is allowed in comments, but URLs will be hyperlinked. Comments are not for promoting your articles or other sites.


    Click to Rate This Article
    working