Dark Poetry #1 |
here is there and everywhere |
wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) |
Doesn’t matter anyways Those forgotten yesterdays Of my youth never leaving I guess I would be grieving But if only they were gone They just keep rolling on They just keep rolling on Certain as the same old dawn That never wants to give away The secrets of the coming day There's no need to leave my bed A better world in my head Dreaming I was never born Waking to another morn-ing AGAIN Another day for to sin Another day to think of you Guess there's nothing else to do Silent vigil on the shelf Time falls back into itself Shadows stretch into the gloom The coldest hell is in my room The devil loves to let alone As I sit and watch the phone Insane to think you might call The clock laughs twice on the wall All I've had been torn apart And though I know it won't start I wander out into my car Doesn’t matter wasn't far In a daze I hear it ring Empty words swear anything Just to hear it one time more As I fall into the door Should've known- a dial tone Thoughts of evil all my own Go flowing through the darkness Of my one room apartment As I'm sitting here alone Minus one useless phone That I lunged through the window Maybe I'll be the next to go Where no words are spoken Shattered glass spirit broken And I will find you there Is here and everywhere |
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Alicat Member Elite
since 1999-05-23
Posts 4094Coastal Texas |
WOW!!! no...not calling your name WOW!!! this is a rant? this is wonderful!!! i read it several times aloud and just loved the way the words, beat, and rhythm flowed if this is a rant, i cannot wait to see a tirade Alicat, sniggering softly |
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Alwye
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Member Elite
since 1999-06-16
Posts 3850In the space between moments |
I agree, WOW!!!!!! Phenomenal work, Walt!! This is really, really excellent!! ------------------ *Krista Knutson* "If I could be an angel, I'd make your every wish come true. But I am only human, just a woman lovin' you..." Trisha Yearwood |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
I relate well to this entire poem walt. I really like the lines "the coldest hell is my own room" and "the clock laughs twice on the wall". Almost as if Time is mocking you in your despair. Nice allusion. Michael |
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~one voice~ Senior Member
since 1999-07-08
Posts 664Billings, MT USA |
Wow Walt! Excellent piece! I love this!!! I think this is some of your greatest my friend! ------------------ ~onevoice~ "She looked at her life like lines, never-ending, constantly forming, reforming and bending." |
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