Michael Walkerjohn

Gold Star - 13,957 Points (January 01 / Earth?)

All The Difference - Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

these tastes
memorized flavors
of darkness in the night
as stars surround one crowned of light
catching lifetimes scraps in ominous, oblivious winds
beckoning, my soul’s imbibing this mindless and verbal
absinthe; such tastes bury the shame contained within
this flesh and limited mortality… and on paper, scarred
by childhood’s guilt, I ponder, and respond in words
and works so spent; on the all and awe and worth of it
being one, and only one within the wealth of this…
for whom and what and why… and then as I pour forth
the prose and prove it sense, if it was such and just
to me as I suspect what is right or all that is left
was wrong… as what came before has proved so well to be…
In essence providence lost and the bitterness clings
upon my breath as I gasp alone bathing in the scraps
the vivid glimpse of me and the years flow past
as raging remorse presents this nightmare
one more time this night… mixed in this cup
is every taste, of life and love and lust and hate
in tears of fear and laughter’s baste I down the drink
and feel its weight upon the limited strength of what
is still in the moments left; for me to dream
of what my time could come to be or not… as in
this darkness comes that light’s reflecting stun
to turn me loose, upon the emptiness that lays
before my every breaths release… and I awake
from this void, and in my will, I forget
and leave my past for I have one more day
to begin my life anew and forge new dreams
ones which just may make all the difference
to this world and more...

Topic(s) of this poem: self reflection

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 16, 2015

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