dont ask me why
i grew from the child
who never saw
himself in films
just skinny kids
good looking kids
who grew up and had their way
dont ask me why
i never learned
to love myself
the loner on a shelf
riding the bus alone
to a rocky home
where money hid the pains away
dont ask me why
i never learned to cry
nor learned to love
from mammas kisses
fathers belt strap blisters
stay out late
and creep in up those stairs
dont ask me why
i let time pass me by
looking out into the land
no confidence to hold a hand
build me up to put me down
till life was fully grown
behind the face of a clown
dont ask me why
i didnt have the answers
child of circumstance
lost in poetic romance
reflecting pointlessly
what alternative for me
but a parcel of excuses
no dont ask me why
i've run right out of answers
though questions still ring
from ghosts haunting pastures
where my mind will wander
till daybreak snatches
and demons wait to plunder
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dusk arising (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Something from 2019 revisited, my muse is still sulking.
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Wow dusk,such a poignant writing. The last two lines gave me shivers. And they werenât caused by my Canadian winter. Cheers đ»đ
Those last two lines are a reflection of what has brought each of us to here and now.
An intriguing poetry
Where I wonât ask you why
Cause those questions evolved and haunt me now
To those questions I donât have reply
Circumstances maybe different but they keep me from dozing by
A very suitable title
Very well penned dear dusk
The stuff we put up with as youngsters leaves it's mark
Full of strong emotions. A powerful poem to be read again and pondered.
I wonder if you agree that how we were brought up by our parents effects what we become?
I felt the movement of the transitions in this piece. The feelings that become jumbled and untangled are all so welcoming to the reader but also allows for us to reflect on our own lives. đđ Nicely done!
I was brought up among youngsters who were experiencing completely different backgrounds and some very similar.... it would be interesting to know how they turned out much later in life.
The great thing is, you're not alone, every little spotty adolescent felt the same. Nobody understood why my long hair took ages to get just right.
Sure, I lost a year of life through that.
Don't tell me - now you've gone bald LOL I have, I used to have such a strong head of hair.
I wonât ask why. My parents couldnât understand us when we were teenagers. I couldnât understand why my children were a certain way when they were teenagers. The cycle goes onâŠ.Great lines.
Yes, you're absolutely right.
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