the jailhouse has no name (revised)

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Open Poetry #25

the jailhouse has no name (revised)

noah j
Member

since 2003-03-05

Posts 82
on the open road with the wind blowing in my hair

0 posted 2003-04-01 03:52 PM

forgotten people play in my mind
wanting to die
waiting for me just to say goodbye
but i need the scenes
that play in my head
showing me people that are dead

we would play everyday
the games would begin every morning
and end at dusk
when there was not even enough light
to even see the ball hurtling through the air
they would grumble and complain
wanting the game to go on
"always tommorow" i would remind them

now,
now i sit on the curb waiting for that tommorow to begin
waiting for the light
to bring me back home

the only people for me are the mad ones-mad to live, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at once--jack kerouac

ecrivan
Member Elite

since 2001-12-10

Posts 3923
my own state

1 posted 2003-04-02 12:50 PM

So the ghosts continue to play on in your mind eh?...it happens to the best of us

write on

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