Strangers and other lovers

Hugh

Why am i here
Chasing sin as a sinner
Fear and excitement in equal measure
A large whiskey on the table
Time ticks fast then slow
Dependent on what my thoughts are
For the right feelings at the wrong time
Which for me is always the point
Right and wrong are intertwined
Things I've lost and found
Are always at intervening times

 

Still I am here
Glasses piling up on the table
I'm here but somewhere else
As a fruit machine flashes its lights
Believe me, flashing lights are a distraction
As she is not here
Another stares in gaps of conversation
Places run as places do, backward
Places with poisoned chalices
Or maybe just poisoned glasses
and faith falls as ever it does

 

I'm falling in then out again
Reading between the lines
But the lines here are blurred
As I am
More conversations around a table
Where crosstalk is the norm
Of strangers and lovers
Who in turn become strangers
As strangers become lovers
Darkness becomes another lover

  • Author: Hugh (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 18th, 2024 16:21
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  • Alan R

    Relatability... penmanship, imagery I couldn't have read anything more relevant today

    • Hugh

      Thank you Alan, I appreciate your comments. That one is a fairly old (ish) poem of mine, though that said its one I have always enjoyed reading back

      • Alan R

        Reminds me of something in me that has been there for a while, that I cannot seem to let go. I related, almost too much.

        • Hugh

          i am glad it has had that effect, i try not to write unless there is some meaning behind it, not that I always know what the meaning is

        • Dan Williams

          Heartfelt. But you lost me with "fruit machine".

          • Hugh

            Oh that is what you call a slot machine i believe, I don't know if you have those in bars in the US



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