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THIS SOLITUDE OF BEING
My mother’s arms did not know me
my father’s eyes did not own me
although those arms held me
and those eyes devoured me
I was still not home
Always feeling different
always keeping myself apart
although other hearts
beat against my heart
and other tongues
sought to salve my hurt…
…still I was alone
I smiled an enchanting smile
I spoke the acceptable words
I tried to be like other men
but was rejected from the tribe
I was a buggered angel
a divine demon
an earth bound spirit
longing to depart
I was always a stranger
always a danger
to my isolated heart
I’ve been
analysed hypnotized tranquilized
diagnosed and drugged
and yet all of this
could never save me
could never keep me
from this solitude of being
I was born a stranger
and a stranger I remain
to friends and others;
lovers and other strangers
(Drawing: Loneliness 1 by Carlton)
© Carlton Carr 2013
http://othervoices.blog.co.uk/
my father’s eyes did not own me
although those arms held me
and those eyes devoured me
I was still not home
Always feeling different
always keeping myself apart
although other hearts
beat against my heart
and other tongues
sought to salve my hurt…
…still I was alone
I smiled an enchanting smile
I spoke the acceptable words
I tried to be like other men
but was rejected from the tribe
I was a buggered angel
a divine demon
an earth bound spirit
longing to depart
I was always a stranger
always a danger
to my isolated heart
I’ve been
analysed hypnotized tranquilized
diagnosed and drugged
and yet all of this
could never save me
could never keep me
from this solitude of being
I was born a stranger
and a stranger I remain
to friends and others;
lovers and other strangers
(Drawing: Loneliness 1 by Carlton)
© Carlton Carr 2013
http://othervoices.blog.co.uk/
Published 25th Oct 2013
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2nd Nov 2013 6:10pm
A poem that I can read over and over. The portrait depicts the mental anguish, suffering, and isolation that is described in your poem.
Your poem fills me, it truly does. Your style of writing captivates me; it holds me in the moment where I'm suddenly living inside of your words. True talent and creativity!
Profound and heartfelt, a myriad of emotions...
Thanks for the double treat (poem and portrait)...Loving it to the core! :)
Your poem fills me, it truly does. Your style of writing captivates me; it holds me in the moment where I'm suddenly living inside of your words. True talent and creativity!
Profound and heartfelt, a myriad of emotions...
Thanks for the double treat (poem and portrait)...Loving it to the core! :)
3rd Nov 2013 4:03am
'it holds me in the moment where I'm suddenly living inside of your words'
Myheartbeats, I would be lying if I said that reading this comment didn't fill me with pride and pleasure at having written this poem - to have a reader 'live inside' something that I have written (if only for one second) is so rewarding.
That you have included my drawing in your assessment is a double reward.
Then you have backed up your words by adding this to your reading list - that is such an honour.
Sorry, I find it difficult to be humble in τђє face of such genuine and generous praise.
Thank you so much.
Myheartbeats, I would be lying if I said that reading this comment didn't fill me with pride and pleasure at having written this poem - to have a reader 'live inside' something that I have written (if only for one second) is so rewarding.
That you have included my drawing in your assessment is a double reward.
Then you have backed up your words by adding this to your reading list - that is such an honour.
Sorry, I find it difficult to be humble in τђє face of such genuine and generous praise.
Thank you so much.
