Going up the long rivers of my lives
my step so heavy with pains and expectations.
Memories and dreams in this far-off place
as the waves go by, getting lost
in the great ocean where it all ends...
Undressed doll bodies whose keys I was turning
Bouquet of farewell glances and faded loves...
Walking on the banks of the long river of oblivion.
Watching the drowned nights of my crazy years
bad booze refuge burning the cold in the soul .
Stuck in the delta mud,all passions confused,
promised continental adrift ...
I am in love with a pretty illusion
bored on the other shore ,
whispering '' Will you come ? ''
I need a coin between my lips
for the courier's salary !
Here I am ,where light and wave meet .
So softly youth come to die
carrying all sun's glory ,
Drama played out in a grotesque staging
without actors and spectators .
Poor old Mercury your grimaces
are no longer funny !
bitter disillusionned seductor .
Horseman I was, now a beggar .
River your mouth calls me ...
Are the delta's troubled waters
just the end of the story ?
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
At a certain point in our journey, we meet with disappointment. This poem is filled with longing and nostalgia. It is perceived as an inner monologue of a man summarizing his searches, losses and dreams.
An introspective and nostalgic journey ...
A sureal poem with many classical mythical elements. This poem paints a picture of one's end and journey beyond. Nicely crafted/
A journey toward the quest for meaning through the meanders of existence...
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