Dark Corners Of My Soul

Rating: 5.0
There's a little
boy that hides in
the dark corners of
my soul.
He doesn't want to
be hurt anymore.
I spent eight years
with Beth.
For the most part,
it was hell and
constant pain.
She made nightmares
look good.
I heard the
little boy cry
late into the
silky night,
while snails got
smashed on the streets
of Ventura.

When I drank, which was often,
the little boy seemed
at peace for awhile,
while swans were
murdered in Venice,
and I tasted the ashes
of Neruda.
Years flew by
like seagulls;
up
down
and darting.
The little boy
continued to
hide in the
dark corners of my soul.

He wanted to
come out and be loved.
He was thirsty for it,
but there wasn't
any around.
It was dry, like the
deserts in hell.
It's too late for
sorries, here comes
the plow.

He began to see
the pattern of life.
There are monsters
that walk in the light.
Vulnerability equals pain.
The little boy got mean.
And now he carries
a knife.
Sunday, January 24, 2021
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
With some people, be careful with your vulnerability, they may treat it like rubbish beneath their feet.
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COMMENTS
Robert Murray Smith 25 January 2021
Good introspection.
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Sylvia Frances Chan 25 January 2021
I have read this impressive poem so many times and reread this again,5 stars and to my favourites. Amazingly written!
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He wanted to come out and be loved. He was thirsty for it, butanywasnt arou Yes. In everybody such a small boy livesnd.
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