Stained, abused, tainted,
One of the wasted
Wanderers searching for
A fresh start,
Hoping for a beginning
To suddenly reveal itself
In the midst of destruction.
We gave up our innocence,
Hastily barreled our way
Through all of our
First times, ignoring
Numerous road signs
Pointing our way to
All nighters and corruption.
Now look at us,
With all of our
Little “quirks” and addictions.
We thought it helped,
The danger and adrenaline
Seduced us, reduced us
To nothing more than
Junkies of some kind
Or other.
Well, the appeal has faded,
Our same old issues
Still found a way
To resurface, and I
Believe they’ve multiplied,
Brought with them an
Entirely new set of lies,
Battles to fight.
I want another chance
To have a ‘first’ something
Or other.
I want to get a nervous glow
And that little stomach flutter
That comes with the new and unknown.
Some excitement again
Instead of partying
At the same old dead end,
I really want to see
What’s around that bend.
One of the wasted
Wanderers searching for
A fresh start,
Hoping for a beginning
To suddenly reveal itself
In the midst of destruction.
We gave up our innocence,
Hastily barreled our way
Through all of our
First times, ignoring
Numerous road signs
Pointing our way to
All nighters and corruption.
Now look at us,
With all of our
Little “quirks” and addictions.
We thought it helped,
The danger and adrenaline
Seduced us, reduced us
To nothing more than
Junkies of some kind
Or other.
Well, the appeal has faded,
Our same old issues
Still found a way
To resurface, and I
Believe they’ve multiplied,
Brought with them an
Entirely new set of lies,
Battles to fight.
I want another chance
To have a ‘first’ something
Or other.
I want to get a nervous glow
And that little stomach flutter
That comes with the new and unknown.
Some excitement again
Instead of partying
At the same old dead end,
I really want to see
What’s around that bend.
2 comments
Very nice poem. 🙂
Thanks