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Left To Drift (A poem about the mental effects of unemployment)

Storms of oblivion cloud my mind

 

As I battle to moor my inner conscience

 

Life was once an abundance of hope

 

Defeated & beaten by reckless dreams.

 

Embittered storms that ravage seas

 

Darkened clouds that strike with fear

 

With lowered heads we fight in vain

 

But waters always find a flaw.

 

-

 

Deep inside and further down

 

Visions of guilt burn through my mind

 

Release the pain in a barge of gold

 

But left to sail these waters alone.

 

Confused I wait upon my berth

 

Entangled doubts that weave my mind

 

Careless I drift alone and forlorn

 

As I battle the waves that engulf my soul.

 

-

 

Thursdays child was marked from birth

 

But shoes of stone have held him back

 

In a struggle of life that ponders deep

 

Where waters flow and never cease

 

Desperate times bring wish well friends

 

Brazen words and reckless deeds

 

Consume a passion that passes time

 

Yet plates lay bare & casks run dry.

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Jan 27, 2010
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