dont ask me why

dusk arising

 

 

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 

  • Author: dusk arising (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 16th, 2022 07:07
  • Comment from author about the poem: Something from 2019 revisited, my muse is still sulking.
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 43
  • Users favorite of this poem: spilleronsheet, Paul Bell
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  • FallenAngel1🕊

    Wow dusk,such a poignant writing. The last two lines gave me shivers. And they weren’t caused by my Canadian winter. Cheers đŸ»đŸ•Š

    • dusk arising

      Those last two lines are a reflection of what has brought each of us to here and now.

    • spilleronsheet

      An intriguing poetry
      Where I won’t ask you why
      Cause those questions evolved and haunt me now
      To those questions I don’t have reply
      Circumstances maybe different but they keep me from dozing by
      A very suitable title
      Very well penned dear dusk

      • dusk arising

        The stuff we put up with as youngsters leaves it's mark

      • Rozina

        Full of strong emotions. A powerful poem to be read again and pondered.

        • dusk arising

          I wonder if you agree that how we were brought up by our parents effects what we become?

        • Rocky Lagou

          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. 🌈👏 Nicely done!

          • dusk arising

            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.

          • Paul Bell

            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.

            • dusk arising

              Don't tell me - now you've gone bald LOL I have, I used to have such a strong head of hair.

            • Rozina

              I won’t ask why. My parents couldn’t understand us when we were teenagers. I couldn’t understand why my children were a certain way when they were teenagers. The cycle goes on
.Great lines.

              • dusk arising

                Yes, you're absolutely right.



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