Not Long Left

Rookie (17.05.1981 / The Molten Core)

Poorly Sent Apologies (Reason 1) - Poem by Not Long Left

trekking aimlessly accross a spilt milk world
broken winged. The sky acts as a reminder
of innocent wishes gone wrong. 'Severe me
from your chord of care' I said 'let my scars
represent my indepedence' and so it became.

Leaving behind the warmth of one world,
dropping into the chill of another. Hungry
for my fortunes yet ignorant of the taste of
the fate, I bellied foods of fickleness. Ways
of thought become circluar, visions more
vivid even after the bodies flush.

Daydreams drowned in nights of drink
as demons danced on stained tables, down
a road of little light I went until I arrived
in a room one hundred feet up, walls around
peeled with the weight of neglect, piss
penetrated every crack and hole, so close
to heaven yet stuck in the delights of hell.

And so the explorer became the drifter
a rag of a man, a half shadowed showman.
fool was I for ignoring warnings that lay
scattered at the bottom of the family tree.
They were the silent pauses around the
dinner table they were names most tried
to forget, my name hung with no balance
and as night slept I childishly wept.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 16, 2006

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 19, 2010


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