Empty fields, deserted concrete
all that is left in this barren place.
There's nothing
I hold dear, nothing.
Nothing anymore.
But where do I go now
at the crossroad splits
Stagnant.
Unsure.
I can't make up my mind.
What makes a clock tick?
What keeps a jigsaw together?
Everyone has something which holds them up,
a standing pillar of strength and support.
Friends you say?
Moving pictures,
neon lights.
Flashing, buzzing;
everything's a blur.
I think I took one dropp too many,
now that I'm feeling kinda funny.
Where did they all go?
I'm sure they were here a moment ago.
Friends you say?
wow. it has been on my favourite poems list for a while now. I just read it again. It's beautiful.
awesome... another great talent.. you gotz some.
Good emotion mixed with mystery. Put together very well. Your choice of words mixed with questions is a good combination. Makes for good reading. DC
Daryl, For a young writer, you certainly have a way with words. This is another champion verse, well done. Frank
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ah friends are so dear you know but when they depart it is really hard to have them back againg it is life you meet someone love and appreciate him or her then after after you finish fo instance study with he or she left and you stay with no friends it is so hard because they r so dear and precious thanx for the lovely poem love it regards