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....in search of something to feel
Looking
all around me
trying to find some way to hold on,
Eyes frozen wide open
my voice is still
please God, let me find
my way home
In search of something to feel
a movie, a song
the wind or rain
to somehow become
whole once again
I hurt myself
I bleed.....
….and I don't want my flesh to heal, I pragmatically feel the need
When this train rolls down the track
I'm not coming back
Gotta one-way ticket, I'm going home
Back where I started from
Oh, take me down south
When you take me home, Lord...Gary Clark Jr.
like John Coffee
feeling the pain and evil
of every man,
everyday
trying hard to hold
on to the good,
can you please take this pain away?
as they fix me to
the old wooden chair
tighten each electrode
and I feel the juice begin to flow
Oh my God, no.....the stifling scent
of burning hair...
…trying so hard to feel
gasping, grasping
searching for something real
jaded
desensitized
wanting to cry
“Doctor My Eyes.......”
a now bullet-proof soul
destined to roam
about this cruel dominion
Lord, this place not my home.
….in search of something to feel
(Heaven help us all.....)
Published 14th Jun 2017
| Edited 15th Jun 2017
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Anonymous
15th Jun 2017 5:36am
deeply touching and understood no less,
maybe we're all just looking too hard and yet not appreciative until we're alone
maybe we're all just looking too hard and yet not appreciative until we're alone
15th Jun 2017 2:36pm
Thank you so much ror that comment. Wonderful when someone else can feel your words
15th Jun 2017 8:43pm
Interesting and expressive piece, of the intricate journey of life with answers yet to find and fulfilment of the soul.
16th Jun 2017 12:09pm
....well I hadn't really thought of it this way. This was mostly an "introverted flow of consciousness" for me. The thoughts that are always just below the surface for me. An observation of the "watchers" in this world reflecting the impact of a paradigm shift that seems to be occurring in our society. Appreciating you comment Ms. Taylor 😌
16th Jun 2017 1:46am
This is so different from your usual writes, MrM:) I feel you here. I feel John Coffey. I search; seeing and feeling but nobody can understand the deepest of man's thoughts and emotions, except oneself. Its lonely and scary staring at crossroads and deserts and plains and mountains within oneself.
Well stated my most beautiful friend. Thank you. (....this is actually more "me" than what I usually pen) 😌
