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Saturday, November 25, 2006

The Rise And Fall Of An Empire

There are things that can't be reached
But yet I strive to be perfect
My hunger lies in heat
Burning on insecurities beneath the surface
If my life is no longer carefree
But orderly and repetative
Will my mother finally love me
Will my self esteem be indefinate?
I think through everything
Trying to find a way
To tap her love so it's flowing
With no abusive things to say
I examine myself like an experiment
Everything being closely monotored
I switch around the constant
Hoping to find something that works
The journey is frustrating
I'm my own life long study
It must be worth discovereing
Within one's unloved memories

The only time I've let go
Was in the heart of a boy
He didn't care what was to be known
The present brought him joy
He was never stressed out
And smoothed all my wrinkles
I admired what he was about
Hoping this time he wouldn't be so fickle
But drugs started multiplying
Until they surrounded his frame
That's when I started crying
Outside the bubble of feelings changed
Naturally I tried to reach him
To be known in his blank eyes
And make sure he swims
Instead of drowning through his life

But soon he was gone
Leaving an emotional puddle behind
That was me trying to move on
Needing something that was hard to find

Of course I've wanted to see him
To be relaxed within his eyes
To live life on his whim
Where you hardly have to try
He always said he rides a wave
Going wherever it brought him
Being with him might have been brave
But on the shore
Every ocean debris has its end.
Liz Wiseman
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