Dave (Dave C) Cvetkovic

Rookie (31/5/1983 / Melbourne)

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.

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Comments about My Place by Dave (Dave C) Cvetkovic

  • (4/24/2006 9:05:00 AM)


    a grand narrative
    clearly describing the need
    to find a spot to stand
    a spot to
    know
    at last
    the True Self
    a fine poem
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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 24, 2006



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