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.....And the Levy broke
I'm like a bird I'll only fly away
I don't know where my soul is.....
…...I don't know where my home is
and the melody fluttered
like a stiff head wind
lifting my wings into unwanted flight
as the levy broke
and my eyes began to cry
I could hardly breathe
I could not speak
way back home, oh that's where I longed to be
but I could no longer sense the direction
that “direction” was no longer inside of me
All I could do was weep
and through the madness
and the fear, mom and dad
would gently creep inside my memories
to assure me that
“everything is gonna' be alright”
a peacefulness would come over me and
I would drift off to sleep at night
way back home, oh that's where I longed to be
uncles and auntees
friends and loved ones
“love lifted me” and I was safe
until the levy broke
and everyone has gone away
a despair beyond loneliness
as time transcends into
a deep sable darkness
obsolescence, very little
left of me as I stare into the mirror
at my own face
at the ticking of the second hand
everything simply fleeting away
lost
in this brave new world
that has somehow always been
surrounded by the hoards of men
who stand along the shore
all of us feeling
unloved
unwanted.....displaced....and even more
as the levy has broken
Tuesday has vanished away
The memories are all but gone
an the bittersweet melody from my past
still lingers on
I don't know where my soul is.....
…...I don't know where my home is
Published 24th Nov 2020
Author's Note
....in the moments and the holidays spread forth like weeds. The yesterdays are all but gone and melancholy memories seem to linger on. #myfeelings triggered by a song. (Way Back Home by Junior Walker, I'm Like A Bird by Nellie Furtado and Tuesday's Gone Away by Lynard Skynard)
"What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end...." from Hurt
"What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end...." from Hurt
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- Edited 15th Dec 2020 11:45am
24th Nov 2020 5:25pm
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24th Nov 2020 10:55pm
I admire a poet when he can take the time to self-reflect it tends to marginalize his heart; his musing allows the world to glimpse the brevity of his soul uncut, this piece is beautiful in its splendor my poet
