Treasure Island

David DeSantis

(01/29/85 / Utica, NY)

**Ghost Tracks

I'm sliding off the rail
from which a mind
used to hang,
dripped in perspiration
lost in malaise.

She once believed in me
as they believe in you,
and I can't shake the strain
of a neck in a noose.

Swinging back and forth
its not a way to live,
cookie cutter dreams
and strainers that won't give.

While somewhere along the line
we all cross a bend,
leading off the tracks
to ghouls and ghost men.

But I can't seem to care
enough to stop the pain
forming friends over family
and fire over rain.

A levy in which i find
no good way to mend,
ties that are broken
while streams rise again

pain is as deep
as deep as is pain
round and round we go

on a train.

Copyright (c) David DeSantis

Submitted: Monday, July 07, 2008
Edited: Monday, December 15, 2008

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  • Chitra - (12/15/2008 9:57:00 AM)

    very original and superb in style, bringing out both the shades of life... (Report) Reply

  • Kesav Easwaran (7/20/2008 11:52:00 AM)

    the last stanza lines are exceptionally good...round and round in the ghost tracks...well, here i see a different writer in you...a difference for good 10 (Report) Reply

  • Mark Nwagwu (7/16/2008 5:24:00 AM)

    We need to be awake, alert, to know what is happening to us and feel it to the fullest; to know what is we are seeing.
    pain is as deep
    as deep as is pain
    round and round we go

    and we know that - that counts for a lot. Deep, Thoughtful, Moving. We breathe in and we breathe out and breathe in again. (Report) Reply

  • Yuri Duraan (7/15/2008 4:03:00 PM)

    I love the rhyme in this one... its easy on the senses (I don't usually like rhyme... i know) did you write this in your proverbial 'blue period? :) incredible poem. (Report) Reply

  • Anita Atina (7/15/2008 1:11:00 PM)

    Deeply felt poem David. Conveys desperateness and yet an engaging awareness that we need to break free. Cheers to that! (Report) Reply

  • Rebel Heart (7/13/2008 4:43:00 PM)

    An incredibly powerful poem with lines that linger long after the reader has left the page. Haunting, heart wrenching and full of original phrasing bound together with an effortless flow and a reounding last line. Superb... (Report) Reply

  • Raynette Eitel (7/10/2008 8:54:00 PM)

    I like this one, David...the pain is palpable...the ghosts real...and your lament is true, I think.

    Raynette (Report) Reply

  • Duncan Wyllie (7/10/2008 12:43:00 PM)

    There are so many shades to us David, thankyou for sharing your feelings

    Take care

    Love duncan X (Report) Reply

  • Original Unknown Girl (7/10/2008 9:31:00 AM)

    Hey David, this is good, very soul-searching. Agree with Onelia, my fav lines are definitely 'friends over family, fire over rain'. They say we can't pick our family but we can our friends. S1 makes for tense reading. A hard hitting poem. Enjoyed (if that makes sense?) HG; -) xx (Report) Reply

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