I'm tired of being here,
all locked up in my head.
Every day I hear a whisper,
and I'm closer to being dead.
Something taps me on the shoulder,
something I can't fight.
When it talks in that low voice,
my eyes are shut so tight.
Once it gets to a cetain point,
and I'm still sitting on the ground,
it tells me to do things,
I'm trying to ignore the sound.
Its voice is harsh and filled with confidence,
and I can hear a hint of sorrow.
Even when it's telling me,
I won't live to see tomorrow.
I don't know what to say,
and I don't know what to do.
I'm still hearing it now,
and I'm still suffering too.
I can't tell what its weakness is,
but I know I hear some lust.
I just have to get through this,
and have no one to trust.
Stop Wonderin' who is my subject for this photograph - its a self portrait.
Finally, I have save some money and buy myself a digital camera nothing fancy really and its not even a professional camera but hey maybe someday i can buy one.
So what do you think guys - Of the new Poem and New Photo?