Thread: So fast

It all happend so fast.
Can't even look in the mirror
for fear of what i might see.
Everything I ever had
is slipping away,
and all I do is watch in a desperate blur
hopeing things will be the same again,
but I can't get up of my feet,
and the clock is ticking so fast.
Can't even remember yesterday,
have no plans for tomorow.
Desperate to change but
not desperate enough.
I'm one hit away from hitting bottom,
and I can feel the world giveing up on me,
I'm burning all my bridges, and
useing up all my chances.
Life wasn't suppose to be this hard.
Every dream I ever had
got torn to pices so easily.
Even if I tried I couldn't tell you how it happend.
It all happend so fast
I still can't grasp it.

Watto UFO,
Though I prefer rhymed orderly poetry there are times when blank free form verse is the more suitable medium. This is an excellent poem which I can empathise with. Funnily enough two of my poems posted on here are in the same area (A Strange Man and An Ageist Sonnet).

Oscar Wilde's " Picture of Dorian Gray " is based on an inversion of real life in that his MC is ageless but the picture shows how the man has deteriorated. I find that by the time I've come to terms with what I now am and look, this has all changed and I'm repulsed by what I now see. It'srather like a reptile that sheds its skin however in my case the new one is wartier and uglier than the one I've shed.

Your poem I certainly find thought provoking but in a way comforting because I'm not alone with this problem,

Brian