Thayne Tuason

Veteran Poet - 1,157 Points (1973)

That's Cold - Poem by Thayne Tuason

All I keep seeing is a cold sea (see)

vast

and just the tips of far huger things calved off of even more monumental things

and the floodwaters rise

I cannot get through to the upper decks where there is help

instead of this sure and certain tomb

and

I'M NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU?

Is this correct?

Not so good at keeping it in perspective

but your opulence won't save your soul, on the contrary…

your movies are here today, gone tomorrow

if they are good stories

they will just remake them anyway

and make someone else a star

but yet you still think I've got a thing for Leonardo DiCaprio?

Or that I want to be a star?

Do I idolize you so much I think I am you?

Never were good at relationships or keeping it in perspective

like what it is really ALL ABOUT

like the STORY

obviously even at the end you are still highly delusional in your top hats and coat tails with your fine ball room gowns in the finest of silk who can't stop drinking champagne long enough to put on life jackets and take very real threats to ALL seriously.


To treasure hunters:

A story shall you be given

the jewel you seek

falls to the deep!

Topic(s) of this poem: confusion, mental illness, schizophrenic, sea, titanic

Form: Free Verse


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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 15, 2016

Poem Edited: Monday, February 15, 2016


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