David Daykin Poems

My life is like a game of pool,
me being the chalk.
And every game that people play,
a little more of me is worn away.
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Death is a receipt, for all the pain and suffering in Life.
A sign on the wall of Eternity.
No exchanges, no refunds, no pity.
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Cold eyes, cold soul.
Time, just a way of knowing we will end.
Old eyes, old soul.
Time, just watching the sand descend.
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Love stops,
Forget-me-nots.
Eyes blacked,
Love sacked.
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I don't belong.
How long has this gone on?
I am nothing more than the winds faded song,
the whiskey as it fades from the tongue.
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An age with ease of communicating
We developed the talent of procrastinating
I will ring, text, and email tomorrow
Today I...have...to...do...that thing.
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I feel your spirit next to me,
You open my eyes, let me see.
That I am stronger now,
I stand proud, you wonder how?
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Sitting in this crowded room,
surrounded by faces I know.
Their words slide by me,
smiles beckon yet defy me.
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Have you hardened my heart?
Is my faith supposed to be this fragile, that a breath of wind could shred it apart.
Or should it be as strong as the rock of Horeb, and life giving also.
Do you want me assailed with doubts as I lie in the last watch of night,
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I forgive those that heckle and bay as I follow my faith.
I forgive those that speak with a tongue that is fake.

I forgive those that kept me shackled and bound in the dark.
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