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I Ran Into Some Trouble On The Road To Nowhere
Contributed by
Cupid
on
Sunday, 1st May 2005 @ 08:52:14 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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I ran into some trouble,
on the road to nowhere.
I stopped and stared at
a black hole in
the road.
I threw in a rock
and never heard it hit
bottom. It just kept
falling and never stopped.
Sometimes I feel like
life is repeating itself
Sometimes I feel like
the trip is never done
Sometimes I feel like
people and places only
exist in my mind
Unknown forces shoved me
aside and
I felt an incredible wind
that told me all
was taken from the earth.
I opened my mouth to
speak but the words
were stolen from
my lips so tender.
Sometimes I feel like
I'm always falling down
a hole
Sometimes I feel like
life is the road to hell
Sometimes I feel like
my lips will burn the sky
I got lost on a road
exactly like this
But I didn't see the
black spot that
made me feel guilty
of a sin I committed when
I was young. Much
younger than I am today.
I wore a yellow dress
that I hated.
I took a walk in the woods,
but I wasn't really there.
I am just a ghost.
Sometimes I feel like
I'm disappearing
Sometimes I feel like
I'm still a child
Sometimes I feel like
my life is burning away like a sunset
No one told me that
I'd have days like these.
I've always had a smooth
road. I've always known a
life that's green and free.
They gave me pearls and lace.
They gave me caviar and only Evian water.
But things like that do not
suffice.
Sometimes I feel like
I am still suffering
Sometimes I feel like
this is never enough
Sometimes I feel like
I'm going to die
I left the woods,
I left the hole. I was still a ghost.
I was still floating like a leaf
blowing in the wind,
just to find a place to die.
But I left that place. Never to see
black spots in the road.
Never to see pearls and lace.
Never to see the greens.
But watching pine trees leak
awful dark and moist secrets
so I have to swallow my tongue with my
pain and my fate.
And I'll have to find a cave to sleep
in while the willows whip
the ground
with thunderous force
and try desperately to paint
our faces red.
Sometimes I feel like
I'm chewing on birch bark
Sometimes I feel like
My tongue's not attached to my head
Sometimes I feel like leaving this hole.
So I felt the sky weep upon me
and I fell to my knees
and stretched out my arms toward the
north wind
then the south wind.
But I couldn't stand up
and I couldn't utter a prayer.
I don't even know if I was ever really there
at all. I know that I was thirsty for
the yellow lines painted on the road,
and I was hungry for the depths of the hole.
There was no traffic on this road.
I was alone.
I felt for the dirt by the side
and hoped that a truck
would find me.
But no such luck
on such a dark lonely
road on such a dark lonely
night. I wished for
a miracle
a sign for free
impenetrable thought
and for rain to wash
away the impurities of the soil
I held in my hands.
I was never lost again on this road.
So I decided to move on and
never stop for another black hole.
Sometimes I feel like
empty space is a waste of my time
Sometimes I feel like
this road could've been smoother
Sometimes I feel like
a road to nowhere should lead just there.
Somewhere…..Nowhere……
Copyright ©
Cupid
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2005-05-01 20:52:14] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: I Ran Into Some Trouble On The Road To Nowhere
(User Rating: 1 ) by emystar on
Sunday, 1st May 2005 @ 09:17:25 PM AEST (User
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Very good write ya got here.
luv your stratagy.
Asume write 4 one depressed.
It's really refreshing to read as opposed to all the negative stuff that come from depression.
A masterpeice that all can learn from.
huggs,
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