Thu Feb 04, 2016 10:22 in General Talk
For a thread that calls itself poems, there aren't many poems lately.
'How old am I' asked she of me,
With suspicion in her eye,
Old enough to know the ways,
Not old enough for the whys
Lusted for and desired,
respected and admired,
Wanted, needed and cared for,
But never once been loved
Lives I wasted, changed and took,
Others saved and touched and envied,
More yet some I even created,
Yet even more were simply lost
The thousand thoughts of a mad man's mind,
Silence for not a moment,
The thoughts are good, and bad, and neutral,
The result always the same
The alcohol in exuberance to take away the pain,
A long quest for oblivion to muffle all the sound,
To close my eyes to the suffering,
Yet the vision lingers on
Travelled far and wandered wide.
On this decadence called Earth,
A seeker of a jigsaw piece,
Never to be found
Then finally when homeward bound,
A field in wind and ice,
The braying hordes from concrete frames,
Say it's theirs not mine
'How old am I' asked she of me,
With suspicion in her eye,
Old enough to know the ways,
Old, so very old.