Lost in that lost highway
Once again
I found myself traveling
On that lost highway
Of unconscious desires and dreams
Perhaps looking for my soul.
On that road
Through green mountainous havens.
At a distance I see
The bellowing black smoke
Leaving a huge plume
Softly sailing without rhythm
In the clear blue sky.
Away from the hell & brimstone
Of the abyss
It originated from.
I wondered
If the smoke was beckoning me
For I don’t feel the age
I am supposed to be
I don’t see myself as old
As I be
Only the pain and feelings
I feel are real
The rest I discover
When I see my reflection
In a mirror
Or see a childhood friend
Do I see myself, within them.
Than I know that time
Has caught up to me
And it’s not letting go
Sort of holding me captive
For the Reaper who is
Waiting patiently
For his pound of flesh.
By William Bonilla
D’Artagnan
07/13/08
Blessings,
Joyce B.
Personally don't feel my age or act my age
But as your poem says
Only the pain and feelings
I feel are real
its the bone pain that reminds us of age
You are only as young as you feel William
Stunning visuals Brilliant write!!
Peace Love and light...and hugsss...Morning star
excellent write...
John
Love, Christine
Newfie Hugs, Rose
I am supposed to be
I don’t see myself as old
As I be
I think that is a very good thing. Keep On, Keepin On.
Georg
You've got a lot of living left to do. I hope. Don't give up: fight with every fibre of your being. An excellent, intense, emotional write of introspection, very well penned.
(((((HUGS)))) and love, Karla.
A pound of flesh for one's freedom, a ransom that sounds terrifying and reminds me of the Merchant of Venice.
Axilea
Much peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Time for another collab I am thinking.....
I am supposed to be
I don’t see myself as old
As I be"
I never feel as old as I am, I feel younger. This is a very thought provoking and intense write. Awesome Job!!!