Hours spent laying
No thoughts in my head
Facing the ceiling
Pillow...blanket...in bed
A prescribed numb to all feeling
Time filled without dreaming
There’s nothing to pull from
Inspirations all gone
No paint could depict
All that’s gone wrong
Empty canvas is craving
My beautiful art
Commence my new quest
To what sets thee apart
Climb down from this bed
Unplanned means of egress
A hope for fulfillment
From a self created mess
Each step in the right direction
Myself I continue to tell
Never looking back
Towards my old empty hell
Walking away
From city, county, and state
Not once will I pause
To think about fate
My face towards the future
Back to the past
Each step is the present
A pace set on fast
Under the glow of the moon
Then the light of the sun
Down the path for the seekers
The "losers" and shunned
Walk through the change
Of climate and time
Over the hills
Past every sign
Trampled tall grass
All covered in dew
By water falls and canyons
That nature accrued
Below the clouds
Below every star
Past pedestrians,
Trains, buses,
And Cars
On and off pavement
Some where footsteps
Aren't known
Through busy cities
Where no ones alone
I walk till there’s nothing
Left in my view
I now know what’s missing
What’ missing is you
Slip past the edge
A death from a trip
Life now dependent
On an eight finger grip
The last finger let go
From the cliff which I hang
Home is what’s needed
In bed I remained
Same pillow...same blanket
No thoughts in my head
Inspiration still absent
My hope remains dead
Quest summoned nothing
So I continue to stare
My art forever sought
My canvas still bare
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