Its just the standard nihilism and absurdism.
I dance within my dreams
I walk a road of tears.
The mist seeps deep
Into my bones, to keep
as desperation takes hold.
When all’s laid to waste.
Love will tear us apart.
Its been said, it takes hold
as all around is fear driven cold.
I saw two people copulate
Down an alley as I strolled.
A desperation i’d like to hold,
but the whiskey only allows
Glimpses in that cold!
My lost tears smear my mind
I can’t see now almost blind.
There’s no place for gossamer
In this unholy cold.
Just thoughts that love should take hold.
But love walks its own path
And I have no route.
Just hollow pain deep in the cold,
my mind sleeps as my eyes see all.
I can’t believe life, its distant and its old.
There is danger here on the boulevard.
The milk of human kindness
turns slowly sour as it lies waiting.
Faces are ugly with murder
in their eyes, blood looking out.
Surrounded by losers
misfits and boozers.
people with liars smiles painted,
spotted from a million miles.
There’s no freedom here.
The search is hard, impossible.
Best to stop and freefall into the pain.
Let it carry you to the brimstone.
Lost, let the fires take hold.
As I wander lost in freefall
in this unholy cold.
There’s been one to many mornings
and the suns too far away
so take me to the brimstone.
A million miles away.
I really enjoyed reading this, loved the way it twisted and turned around itself. Some really lovely lines too.
Thank you. 🙂
I can feel the desperation and frustration that the character in this expresses. A splendid read, well written.
Thank you Jay. I live a desperate life… often have.
Hi Mental Elf
I get it. what you say about how you write poetry. It comes straight to the page. If you ever wanted to progress a bit we could talk about metre and rhyme because there is so much in this poem that could be a winner with a bit of attention.
However, I get you and I think it can be more important to encourage than stop the flow. You are the boss!
(and stay away from dark alleys) 😉
Thank you Alison, I am aware how unaccomplished I am when I write… you’re right! But it just comes out that way and I hate rereading something and hunting for a viable rhyming word or phrase. By the way.. just about every poem I write has a line, just one from a song I love. It’s never intended plagiarism but always homage and a little tongue in the cheek. No one has ever spotted this, or if they have they’ve never commented. I’d like it if you read this below link…. Its pure truth, and I lived that life for… Read more »