Am I there?
Am I not?
Have we not arrived the day before midnight?
But yet I had thought...
Bed of roses
Growing through the thorns
Just like Moses
Who struggled through their groans
The dead man walking
Through these endless tunnels
Though my heart beats in me,
The chasms of darkness
The boisterous slaughter
Of an apple gone bad
It wounds ever after
Though the incision was in precision
The dead man walking
Bursting forth
From six feet under
And no more
Left, right, front and centre
Like an eagle he will soar
Out of the grave
The dead man walking
This ship will no more be a-docking
Sailing in the seas of poison and wine.
The dead man walking...
That's very deep and depressing, yet very thought provoking. I really like the line "the day before midnight."
ReplyDeleteI guess this was how I was feeling. Really 'BLAH'!
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Hi Evelyn, love your poem, it's beautiful.....
ReplyDeleteAllow me to add this to yours...
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
Have a nice day, and keep a song in your heart.
Lee.
WOW! Beautiful! Thank you. :)
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