weight of sullen sadness

weight of sullen sadness

the gripping weight of sullen sadness, pulls like gravity, to the ground

heavy feelings fraught with anger grab the soul and keep it bound

gnawing numbness throbs unceasing, like infected, scabbed wound

painful pleasures taut with danger tease a soul that's been marooned

pounding temples hurt, swollen, like a ripe, round melon, bound to burst

scattered thinking, thoughts unblinking, feeds the soul's incessant thirst

gloating guilt goads heart, imploding, like black hole feeding deep in space

emotion's jumble pounds and rumbles, agitates a soul that's stuck in place

mocking murmur, memories turgid, like cackling crow's cacophony

laughing harpies harangue, relentless, provokes no soul's empathy

lumbering limbs, long for action, like the Tin Man, stolid, rusted fast

frozen members, ache for movement, sculpted soul, immobile ghast

A Long

Image by: sylvain.collet via flickr

Comments

old friends

old friends searched online for former friends surprised to see untimely ends friends, their spouses, moms and dads sad to see the deaths they had the inexorable tick and tock of time, leads us all to fields, sublime through twisting, turning hands of fate, soon we'll all be known as "late" years roll on, time is passed no one knows how long it lasts each life is counted out by days as friends we oft go separate ways friend's faces show the lines of age as each one turns his separate page fools fleeting time waits for no man eighty years our lives may span so count your days with special care for who knows how, who knows where our beating hearts will one day stop find old friends before they drop © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image adapted: By SDRandCo via morguefile.com

can't wait

again

again if i could walk those golden streets again and sing those glad olden songs so sweet again if i could feel those pounding jungle beats again and touch those rumbling thronging beasts again if i could dance those daring double steps again and twirl the girls 'round their swinging hips again if I could swim those clear summer lakes again and float lazily where the cool current takes again if i could sit in playful grade-school seats again and draw where pencil and yellow paper meets again if i could run the asphalt baseball fields again and slap the rubber balls off car windshields again if i could fold daily newspaper sheets again in pre-dawn drowsiness on city streets again if i could gaily play in hot summer rains again and watch the water run into sewer-drains again if i could tackle tough and rumble players again and run through football teams like a laser again if i could frolic in frigid cold and icy snow again and not fear near fro...

ajwrites57

Search This Blog