The man I used to be has blown away
Except in my imagination now
Or else more likely in his memory
To become a between time wanderer
Closer to homeless than he cared to be
Between what times may come and those which were
No choice but only opportunity
To live unencumbered from day to day
With nothing left to care about but me
I never knew he could be this depressed
Or if he could be that I ever would
I had hoped this isolation this rest
Could cure him or at least do me some good
But everything reminds us of nothing
And he sees nowhere everywhere I go
Though one with nothing is one who should know
Anyone might discover anything
And one who seems none might be somebody
Already yet not see it till someday
But that supposes we forget somehow
Someday between time is so far away
What an awesome poem this is. Keep em' coming, because after we go, the poetry will live on. I consider this man to be just about the best i've read, and his words will definitely live on.
CURTIS...I CAN RELATE TO THIS WORK SOMEWHAT...BEING THAT I AM HOMELESS AND CERTAINLY NOT WHAT I USED TO BE(THANK GOD - SMILE) BUT I AM ALSO SOMETHING ELSE...I AM NEVER ALONE...FOR JESUS CHRIST IS ALWAYS WITH ME AND I REALIZE THAT THE PRESENT IS NOT BETWEEN TIME BUT...RIGHT ON TIME. I ALWAYS ENJOY THE WRITINGS THAT YOU SHARE AND I THANK YOU FOR SHARING. GOD BLESS. LOVE, JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
Gerry.