water dish

the world in its saucer
is simple
the world upside
in the right
of wrong

arrived
not home

there is a place I can
and will be comfortable

sometime

instead I hold a cigarette
in the bold stark light
of the parking lot
counting stars

no one means their
business to be so sharp
they cant see it cutting
when they pull all
the anger in

all I can see it the
difficulties and tangle
and inside its just
more of the inane
question

no clean motives
anymore
just the pale
light of diffused
this and that

they can have it all

their worth
and sheilds
their cause to
rebel

somewhere coming
into town is an
answer

I wont let this one
pass without a cause
....

About This Poem

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: north ontario, CAN

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Comments

lonlyhrtsclub13

11 years 9 months ago

Comfort

I seek as well
In your arms
I find refuge
An escape from
A troubled past.

Awake
I am dead
Suffocating
In the numbness

Asleep
I.am alive
As my.dreams
Lead me to
The peaceful place
Where you are real
In my fantasy

weirdelf

11 years 9 months ago

I have missed a lot of your poetry though this is the first I have seen that is overtly political,
Do more,
It is even harder to do well than love poetry,you never stop moving man, you don't just step outside the box. You challenge the Mandelbrot set.