"speeched" poems
i touch my soul and release the ON switch.
The darkness beckons like an aborted child full of possibilities never explored.
Potential never reached.
Heights never teached.
Things never speeched.
But life goes on thrashing like a rude animal, desperately devouring all in its path with no end in sight, and no table manners.
Trembling slowly, my hand reaches into the abyss for a drop of light to comfort my flickering life force. The only channel of hope that now rushes with the ferocity of a dying turtle, with no home to speak of.
TICK TOCK, click clack, the only sounds that remind me that reality never shuts off.
Where’s the remote?
It was never invented.
My shadows play dead to my consciousness, never there to teach me my concrete lessons.
So I scratch my bed stings, reminders of my past, itches of my present, and marks in my future.
The fade to black is my only resolution.
The gavel sounds and I pinch myself, hoping it’s a dream, no it’s just a scheme, ultralight beam?
The ticks turn into Morse code. Translation?
Start over.
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 12:26 PM UTC
Too much to say for only
one line
charming and deep
still
running short of time
ill take a few moments
please awaken my soul
a verse or two,or three
to ease and fill this hole
quick witted
i claim
slow speeched
i convey
it seems everything in between
is meek
an easy role to play
mere uttered of words
of a beautiful girls regret
lacking of gerth im trying to convey
my role in life is set
fall onto paper
quotes
clear my aching brain
make me wise
make me sane
love me leave me
weeping with passionate tears
all for this the hope
of my dreams and
comparison of my life to theirs
Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 11:35 PM UTC