On the gritty concrete sidewalks
with an achin' in my bones
the crowds of faceless people
makes a body feel alone.
Been awhile since I had someone
I could wrap my arms around
blue and feelin' lonesome
when the sun is comin' down.
A thousand miles from nowhere
and the dreams I left behind
mem'ries of my childhood
still an echo in my mind.
In the passing winds of yesterday
I hear my mothers call
it's five o'clock and suppers on
come in before it's cold.
With one more glass of whiskey
and one less red balloon
I can make it thru the neon nights
of howlin' at the moon.
Though today's an endless highway
and tomorrow's still unclear
you can't go back to whence you came
it's a long way home from here.
A contest entry
- Desolation or Consolation by Rheea.
1000 points, ended January 10, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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It's a lovely piece... I feel that ache and tiredness that permeates your bones... knowing that "it's a long way home from here". Sometimes, I feel that too- that you're so far from where you've come... and that it's hard to go back- back to the beginning, back to where it's safe and familiar again... Back home, yeah.
Thank you so much for sharing this beautiful piece.
All the best,
Char
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Just such a wonderful piece that really said something so deep. You are absolutely right about not going back. I love those last two lines heaps. They make me think and smile, because it is so so right. Congrats on the trophy.
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Awesome write, sending a hug...I too, many times have felt alone in a crowd of faceless people...
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You keep inventing new kinds of lonely, weaving them around our subconscious. This one has all the right stuff to make me want a drink or two.
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Excellent write David, there is really no way back, and lonliness is worse in a crowd. Good luck my friend.
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David
This , my poet, is a true masterpiece. One that should be front page stuff. It so reminds me of N. Diamonds ' Brooklyn Roads' Bravo.
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