With bloodshot red eyes
I felt like lying in my bed
With numbers of thoughts
Running through my head
In a dire situation.
To play the strings of a heart
Keep on jogging down notes
While Violin played a chord
Someone who silently spoke
A way to quiet nights.
Though sometimes it feels so bad
Pick yourself up, and feel so glad
In the hope of some destination
And you always make it too mad
For who ran away.
And, those days of its retribution
Seen what was coming this way
For the fault of begging on death
A way to give in to every single day
Is wherever it goes.
To flaunt a nightmare towards it
And, if you can't find anyone else
Don't do it just be open and sing
Allow honouring of when you melt
To actually feel cold
Yearning for some delicacy in love
Stirred the emotions in being tough
Though you are near a great big wall
Where flowers grow into being rough
left hearts to bleed.
Be Bravo and annoying to have said
49 years have gone, and still, I live
To grow up gently and never give in
To be priceless, to learn how to give
In which you should.
Wake up in the morning, and I'm cold
When I had to open up another year
And the oceans cling to life you know
You may break the bond just for a tear
A brotherhood.of man
Tell the truth above love in understanding
Majestically philosophise over a theory
Then if you believe it upon that tall hill
Looking down from up is a bit dreary
To low take its hopes.
Inside and outwards looking at answers
Still, you're locked away in your room
Places you have seen the Sunglow
Other Planets rotate, and your moon
Still waiting to land.
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kingkev101 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 4th, 2019 06:47
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You left me such a beautiful comments today Kevin that I want to try and express how deeply moving I found this work of yours - but the comments can't really say how it touched.
To be honest, I'm not a really a commenting man, however though, when I read some pieces of poetry which thrill me then an outburst of worthy words are used to express the feeling within the poem. i pretend to be a romantic, but sometims I fail miserably, yet on other days, just like today when I read you poem I felt overwhlingly willing to write a compassionate comment. You certainly achieved that today.
i really enjoyed this, thanks for sharing 🙂
Thank you, pdychofemake, I'm happy you got to enjoy it.
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