Things that I hold dear,
begin; a sad unravel,
emphasising clumsiness
of what I deem to travel;
no perfect choice exists,
thus, pain does make a home,
both upon the sticky stage
and in my safety zone,
vice; control; does out me,
as fleshling robot thrives,
protocols; repeating
means; all that human; dies,
I try my best to keep,
all what makes me feel,
even if past poison;
stays, to make me ill,
looking on the floor,
elastic bands provide,
symbol lightbulb moments;
that I can use to tie;
to bundle stuff together,
some joy; that does remain,
which paints my welcome smile,
in their pouring rain!
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Author:
AuburnScribbler (
Offline) - Published: September 18th, 2024 10:49
- Comment from author about the poem: After my recent bad spell of ill health, I haven't really be the same. Not only have I lost weight and teeth, I have also lost a fair bit of confidence. Not to dispute the support I have had, and still have, from my loving family and friends, I know that it will be through better decisions from myself, that will light the way to a better and brighter future...thus, I thought I would write this one, about my need to keep everything all together, the things that really matter, the things that make me strong and happy. The title itself, has a layered meaning. I am in search for bands to get a happy gig fix. I am in search for more bands by way of more regular musical work for myself as a drummer/musician or lyricist. However, I thought I would keep it literal. I am in search for bands to bind what I have left together, to keep my strength, and whatever's left of my dignity in tact. The banner picture is a visual representation of the loss I, and most likely, a lot of people may feel at the moment. But there is always hope, thus my, and many proverbial dandelions will regrow; with stronger strands on it. I hope that you enjoy this poem, if you are going through a rough patch; I hope that you power through it, and as always, please do stay safe everyone.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Seems like the world is going through a bad patch, I wish you nothing but the very best for your recovery, take an add out in a local paper or go to any pub that has regular live music, i am sure you will find musicians to help your plite. 🌹
Thanks for the read and for your warming words of concern Teddy.15, they are very appreciated.
Let such overdue healing; not only improve my situation, let it soothe all of our troubles too.
I hope that all is well.
Such a shame about your bad times Ben but I sincerely hope that tings are getting better.
Andy
Thanks for the read and for your kind words of encouragement Andy, they are very much appreciated.
I do hope that better and brighter times can happen very soon.
I hope that all is well.
Me is dreadfully sorry you's suffering so, nor know I well how to tender comfort especially from across the pond, aside from the Scriptures, which methinks you do not exactly want, but you may correct me. This is nicely rendered with excellent details and a striking poignancy. Thank you very much for sharing, dear chap.
Thanks for the read, for favouriting this poem, and for your heart-hugging words of warmth Cheeky Missy, they are very much appreciated.
You are right about me; not consulting any religious texts for comfort, or guidance, but, perhaps, I could give them a try at some point. Again, with what I have said in previous posts and comments, I really do hope that a shining beacon of a change for the better, can be lit soon.
You are very welcome for the share, thanks again, and I hope that all is well.
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