A Bird Without A Nest Poem by Ray Quesada
A Bird Without A Nest
There's a pain inside my mind
it seems to make my teeth grind
there's a pain inside my chest
it comes at times when i'm most stressed
whats it like?
well that depends
i guess...
it feels like being a bird without a nest;
like having a million friends
but can't call one your best
there's a pain inside my spirit
like missing the sweetest voice
of a loved one, and you can't hear it-
To describe this, I've no vocabulary
It's like Christ with his cross
or a burden you can't toss
To describe this, I've no vocabulary
its like being lost
broken and bleeding
and needing
to be grabbed and carried...
-7: 16-7: 22, March 31,2013-
good write. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
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4/24/2024 8:06:54 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Hey, Ray. I am a fan of Ginsberg (For the record) . I really like this a lot. The line Like having a million friends but can't call one your best along with the feeling I received from the entire poem reminds me of a quote by Robin Williams that goes something like, The worst thing in life is to end up with people who make you feel all alone. I think that Facebook and Twitter (along with other sites) are creating a place where people are being dehumanized by easier forms of communication and this causes people to feel very lonely. -Ralph