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
Hey David, this is good, very soul-searching. Agree with Onelia, my fav lines are definitely 'friends over family, fire over rain'. They say we can't pick our family but we can our friends. S1 makes for tense reading. A hard hitting poem. Enjoyed (if that makes sense?) HG; -) xx
There are so many shades to us David, thankyou for sharing your feelings Take care Love duncan X
I like this one, David...the pain is palpable...the ghosts real...and your lament is true, I think. Raynette
An incredibly powerful poem with lines that linger long after the reader has left the page. Haunting, heart wrenching and full of original phrasing bound together with an effortless flow and a reounding last line. Superb...
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
This is well-penned, heart-wrenching, provoking and engaging in equal measures. t x