Walk

Damaso

I travel on portal dates
diving through living memories.
I walk and walk alone,
I turn onto the avenue,
and I avoid my future.
I keep kicking
a little red cap.
I flee slowly, cold,
headwind of fear.
I drag in a backpack
my scraped and dirty love,
a zombie of its dreams
amid the swaying
of hurried faces.
I move invisibly,
a quartz hood
saves me from the world,
grimaces of my nerves vomit
no one sees the lightning
memory of mortal poison
the flash of a finite psyche.
I only stammer, innocently,
the truth, to whoever asks:
—Where does it come from?
—From over there, behind.
—Where is it going?
—Over there, ahead!

  • Author: Pari4 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 31st, 2025 10:14
  • Comment from author about the poem: The day I went out to lose myself at the end of the avenues, I could have found myself there in the middle of the boulevard forever.
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 33
  • Users favorite of this poem: Poetic Licence
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  • sorenbarrett

    In its vagueness it speaks to the listener. Like a haze that keeps one from seeing but where one can still fell the ground under one's feet it does not guide but supports. Nicely done

    • Damaso

      It's a completely ambiguous zigzag walk. I'm very happy with the impression it left. Thank you so much for stopping by and leaving your encouraging comment on this humble endeavor. Best regards.

      • sorenbarrett

        You are most welcome

      • Poetic Licence

        I am probably way off here but my feeling is off drifting back through time and different stages of their past, trying to evade or possibly change it, but it always catches them up. They also know they will keep running into it in the future, very interesting and nicely written write

        • Damaso

          It's a thought that haunts my mind about significant dates. Sometimes they come back without us even remembering what that date was about, but we feel the same way again, even if we unconsciously avoid it. It comes back and hits us hard, making us tremble at the very least. I'm so glad you enjoyed it. Thank you so much for stopping by and leaving your encouraging and thoughtful feedback. It's a pleasure to share this site with people like you. Best regards.

          • Poetic Licence

            You are very welcome, it is my pleasure to read your work

          • Neville



            Great ink & so purposefully spilt .. Neville

            • Damaso

              Well, I'm so glad you liked it. I really appreciate you taking the time to read and leave your words of support. Best regards.



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