Russell Crow

Rookie - 303 Points (May 25th,1995)

Backfire - Poem by Russell Crow

A God-forsaken city
Dictated by incompetent people
Though characterized by secret frowns
Lying in wait for a beautiful day
Please resurrect one from the ashes of the past
Growing like grass is the sense of melancholy
While innocence dies like a small, brilliant flame
Following the sun as it retires for the day
A long day at work
More little civilian wars wage
One more human light bulb burning out
Can a new start begin by traveling
To a new town, a new city
Can something of worth fall into calloused hands
Which have only known the contents of a stern, hollow face
Youth is slowly being exchanged with maturity
Youthful bliss cannot be held onto forever
But it can remain something fond to look back to
Such is the storied-tale of turning from boy to man
Girl to woman
And the choices we make
The decisions we take
Backfire, they backfire purposely
Or perhaps accidentally
Held back by the fear something may go wrong
Fear, yes, feeling scared is real
Suicide sometimes feels like the answer
All the streetlights point to the river
While the heart rests in a well for wishing everything will turn out just fine
In opposite fashion, everyone seems to be against
Everyone seems to oppose; prying red eyes of anger or distinguished rejection
They are oblivious to the toll being paid
In the mirror, the reflection sees forgiveness being asked
The answer, silent as stars
The ghosts in memory, they replay like a song
The same story, the same ending with the same feelings
They follow even when thrown clear across the globe
If this town could become its own ghost, abandoned to erase the problems arising
Just duck and run for cover, cross the bridge and never look back
Yet it’s the heart looking back to see whom was left behind
Making it impossible to leave, make it impossible to dream
Drowning in the misery of sitting in this day
A God-forsaken city
“Get me out of this godforsaken city
Let me start over somewhere new”
Somewhere to where the skies are blue
Instead of a faint grey hue


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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 10, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 17, 2013


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