Time for a new one. Right now this is just a bunch of verses or stanzas-whatever you wanna call them. I'll be stinking a chorus to it soon and shaving off some unnecessary verses, so most critiques should be around the metaphors right now.
I know this grounds been walked on
finden yourself is hard
My worth is already gone
singin' songs like a drunken bard
Tryin' to find new pockets
for me to stuff my hands
amid trinkets; a locket
with a picture of the sand
tried lookin' under benches
I might be hiding there
among the tools and wrenches
awkardly, they stare
love was just too much for me
germs are not my friends
my acquaintances got married
4 kids and 7 hens
I turned to the sounds of nature
-I turned the machine down
it was just a damn noisemaker
made too much extra sound
Beat up ben at age 5'
he teased me just the same
fighting never kept me alive
it came off as too lame
If God is not my answer
on the table with which we dined
staring at a lantern
will leave your blue eyes blind
Clichés are very boring
and they into your skin
it's the bug with which I'm warring
and I don't think I can win
In the bustle I am sitting
could you call me out by name
at the table I am writing
could you write down all my shame
I'll leave my life and blind lies
before it goes up in smoke
I'm nothing but a lord of highs
living in a comfy yoke
Thanks for reading.