I'm sliding off the rail
from which a mind
used to hang,
dripped in perspiration
lost in malaise.
She once believed in me
as they believe in you,
and I can't shake the strain
of a neck in a noose.
Swinging back and forth
its not a way to live,
cookie cutter dreams
and strainers that won't give.
While somewhere along the line
we all cross a bend,
leading off the tracks
to ghouls and ghost men.
But I can't seem to care
enough to stop the pain
forming friends over family
and fire over rain.
A levy in which i find
no good way to mend,
ties that are broken
while streams rise again
pain is as deep
as deep as is pain
round and round we go
auto-
matans
on a train.
Copyright (c)David DeSantis
the last stanza lines are exceptionally good...round and round in the ghost tracks...well, here i see a different writer in you...a difference for good 10
We need to be awake, alert, to know what is happening to us and feel it to the fullest; to know what is we are seeing. pain is as deep as deep as is pain round and round we go and we know that - that counts for a lot. Deep, Thoughtful, Moving. We breathe in and we breathe out and breathe in again.
I love the rhyme in this one... its easy on the senses (I don't usually like rhyme... i know) did you write this in your proverbial 'blue period? :) incredible poem.
Deeply felt poem David. Conveys desperateness and yet an engaging awareness that we need to break free. Cheers to that!
very original and superb in style, bringing out both the shades of life...
Oh this is sublime. Should I say that? the penultimate stanza is especially fine. HG: -) xx
O MUH GOSH DAT IS GOOD! ! ! VERY INTENSE LIKE I CAN FEEL WAT UR GOIN THRU
O MUH GOSH DAT IS GOOD! ! ! VERY INTENSE LIKE I CAN FEEL WAT UR GOIN THRU
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A stunning poem sad and intense with a great deepth Thanks Ivor