Dead headed
Thunderstruck
Lurching by the
Whining wires
On shabby metal poles
And pasted paper signs
A ruin of a man
His furtive glance
From hunted haunted eyes
A cold and loveless absence
Removed from desperation
A life of moments
And the moment holds no life
A world not mine
But close
When morning optimism fades
No grace remains
And all of life is barren
Joyless
Pointless
Grey
Death is nothing
Death is peace
But no
I have a brain
That holds a memory
Of a word suggesting
This will go away
And the fantasy of mirth and joy
And laughter love and happiness
Leaves me doubt enough
To hope that maybe
It could come again
But am I willing it
Oh yes
My God I am
A very powerful poem here Dennis, the power of the mind is amazing. Thankyou David---Melvina---
I wish that everyone who struggles with hopelessness could read this... Hold on to that memory of hope, of possibility... You say it all, both sides, and you say it so veryvery well. Wishing you peace and love, Esther
David, I agree with Alison's comments. I have been thee to the point of no obvious possible return. But climbing out of the hole (or trench) is ... edifying! You touched me. Ross
Atmospheric, determined, optomistic and powerful in that. A fine composition. t x
You sound most definitetly willing Mr Dennis! I like this one, it has an air of positivity about it, just what I needed today. Thank you, I too shall will it! ! HG: -) xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a wonderful piece about the power of mind to pull the body back from the depths of despair. The poem is articulate and well balanced, the images are strong and believable and the conclusion shows courage and resolve. I found it very inspiring. Welcome to Poemhunter. Warmly, Alison.