Dave (Dave C) Cvetkovic
My Place - Poem by Dave (Dave C) Cvetkovic
I lay here waiting, for what I am unsure,
I can't think straight or find the answer pure,
My mind races, my legs twitch,
I find myself lying in a ditch,
Surrounded by a void, my eyes are like a switch,
Open... closed... open... closed,
I can't find a place to sit.
I turn over, my arms ache,
I've been lying here in a cesspool of filth,
It feels my back might break,
I need to find my place,
Where am I, my eyes still flickering like a race,
I can't hold them still, so up i get,
My body follows in the eyes quickened pace,
I can't walk straight, my body jitters and shakes,
I stumble on in the need to find my place.
My place, where I won't need to stay awake,
I can let my mind bake like a cake,
I see the world yet so much is fake,
I have become nothing more than a piece of flake,
Drifting along in this awful place.
Once again I need to find my place.
Comments about My Place by Dave (Dave C) Cvetkovic
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye