Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

New Eyes

I have awaken with new eyes
And no, the world around me hasn't changed,
Probably only I.

Whereas I've observed a seventh heaven,
I've come back from a seventh hell,
And I think I'm going to be okay for now.

Still there is the knowledge that
Good days aren't good forever.

There is the knowledge that
A lucky day is only coincidence.

And that bad days concomitantly lurk
Around the corner.

It would be the final nail in the coffin
For me to admit to feeling not on fine.
It would do me a plethora of good
To admit that I am approaching a wellness.
It wouldn't be so bad for me to say
That the voices in my head aren't so bad.

We are not completely there,
But, honey, we sure are striving for it.

April 11, 2005
Suge






*As most of you who know of me, I've been in a rut of depression for severals months. I'm starting to feel a bit better, but I know I'm not completely over it. This poem is about that basically. I just get so tired of seeing the downside of everything, that I can't even enjoy myself. But yeah.


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