The wounds of reflection press on my mind,
A numbness profound tags on my hind,
Distant whispers of voices once heard echo in mytympanic membrane,
Recollections of time and times adventures, clear and calm in an abyss
of past wonders
Click clock tick as the clock chimes in hymn with the chirpring robin,
Euphoria of the ballads once heard endow my imagination of voices soothing.
Joyus melodies soothe my heart.
Alas my hands clad in blisters and my nails coarse and bruised.
Like a one eyed raven i hobbled destitute of the time the celo played,
I grapple every breathe with great fight as a newly born fawn.
The sores on my feet tender, my toes numb and wood hard.
The caressing sun soothers my skin as the morning dew sips into the sores of my feet.
My rumbling tummy irks for a replenishment a distant visitor to the contours of my stomach.
I chew my lips for nourishment
My wears protecting my decency but weak to mother nature,
I huddle the garbage cans to keep safe and warm.
Night falls my peace is with the stars and the hoards of food stalls,
And my cough mixture to wash away my memories of the roads once travelled.
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Shelton. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks
The wounds of reflection provoke mind. But we need to feel life's dignity basing on care and love. Memories of the roads once travelled remain in mind for long time. This poem is definitely very amazing and wisely drafted...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poignant bit of verse elegantly crafted with artistic brilliance. An insightful piece with beautiful rendition of words. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.