I don't care who I am
I don't want to be who I was
I am tired of what I need to be
But I can not give up
And I don't understand why
I am tired and I feel alone
People are pointless
Creatures of pitiless contempt
That have no faith in fortitude
My heart is dashed upon rocks
And I am not who I can be
Why don't I see?
Why don't I hear?
Who is trying to deceive me?
Who is trying to make me a reality?
What care is needed?
What breathes life into my lungs?
I'm so tired I cannot see
I'm so tired I will not breath
I will just sleep my life away
Because I do not care to try
See who I am now?
Do you not care?
How have you not agonized?
The defeated need you
Yet you turn a blind eye
And let it be noted
That people see that about you
There is no mercy for the grief-stricken
None for the war torn
None for the senile
Or the misunderstood
Why do I try?
Inevitably becomes
Why would I try?
In a world where people cannot understand
Who I am
Who I can be
Because my painting is not finished yet
The momentous mountains of my success
And the cataclysmic canyons of my failures
Are yet to be fully recognized
And when the Great Painter is done
I will become a devastation to everyone
Unwilling to see.
-Quinn
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The Rants of Feverish Minds
PoetryWelcome to the minds of Quinn and Quill Love. Young students whose frantic and curious minds constantly wander to the land of possibles and Questions. My hope is that by reading these poems, you begin to understand who they are and where they are co...
