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Whole my Life

 
 
meet walking corpse - with a sad Grin,  
keeping a treasure box - with despair Within,  
meet crying clown - performing my best Jokes,  
about a granite stone - hidden behind dry Oaks.  
 
whole my Life....  
 
i hide the truth as it may be - heart Breaking,  
i offer lies and they're up - for the Taking,  
should you be concerned? - or just take Them?  
should you ask? - or just break Them?  
 
whole my Life....  
 
i live pretending that my soul's - not in Ashtray,  
i live pretending as it is my job - to seem Ok,  
"i'm alive - and i'm living",  
i have died - i'm just breathing.  
 
for the whole, rest of my Life....  
 
 
 
With my personal - ghost in an Photograph,  
i try to smile - and then i try to Laugh,  
echoing through empty halls - of my head,  
all the voices that - she used to sing in our bed.  
 
whole my Life....  
 
is she in another world? - is she right here beside Me?  
lost in endless voids? - in broken teacup belonging to Nobody?  
unborn tears try to smirk - while i'm being lonely,  
my eyes flirt with ash - but my thoughts, with death only.  
 
whole my Life....  
 
so while stars are up - and street lights are Dark,  
i dance alone - with her in concrete Park,  
candles burn - while red bottles Fall,  
and my mind gets drowned - in alcohol.  
 
for the whole, rest of my Life....  
 
 
 
i dare not to think - that she's still somewhere Watching,  
that breeze would be her hug - and rain her Touching,  
i dare not to step - on the cracks in Pavement,  
for they might break - our nonexistent Engagement.  
 
whole my Life....  
 
laying in room full of glass - and scribbled Paper,  
laying in world of confused days - and foggy Vapor,  
without a clue - colour to Prefer,  
hopelessly waiting for - another chance to meet Her.  
 
whole my Life....  
 
with a last note or two - still left to Compose,  
i'll take a walk - i've always hated Those,  
i watch my paradise - flowing under Arch,  
i watch it in treetop - of every tall Birch.  
 
for the whole, rest of my Life....  
 
 
 
i'm keeper of letters no-one - ever Reads,  
i'm keeper of secrets leaving behind - no Leads,  
i wish to help - when others Cry.  
i wish to die - yet never Try.  
 
whole my Life....  
 
now you know - my Story,  
say, do you care? - do you Worry?  
call me a weirdo - or to stand Up,  
walking mystery - or walking Breakup.  
 
i don't Care....  
 
waiting for lady in black - and, for our last Dance,  
burning blossoms of roses - with, morbid Romance,  
visiting graves - and bells Dreams,  
silently voicing - their desperate Screams.  
 
for the whole - rest of my Life....
Written by God-Is-In-The-Rain (Gregory Rain)
Published | Edited 23rd Feb 2021
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