In the darkness of my office I sit and ponder by the light of my computer screen I often wonder when will all be revealed shall it be 2012? Should I be on my knees into the Bible should I delve? My neck is cracking, my body tired, my shoulders heavy, lost heart's desire, where is my love, and where is my dream? where is my cell phone, I need some icecream. Undoing my bra, pulling the straps through my shirt, releasing my bondage, releasing my hurt. Sitting in my office all alone TV blaring, husband is snoring, and nobody caring, Feeling no older, knowing youth's gone, typing in the darkness while the band just plays on...
Now that is a poetic thought a day trip through a mind that sees the world as it is and mixing a carefree but yet awareness in a few words and making it work is not easy you did that good piece
Excellent writing, Caryn...I have not seen or read you in years. You have not lost your touch. But really...youth is a state of mind so it cannot ever be gone...except in our minds if we allow it to be so. More please.
Awesome! Great rhythm going on here. Sleepless nights, Coast-to-Coast's great show host, and a blue-lit screen while the music sings --eerie! --Charlie
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
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You know when you just connect with something?
I've certanily connected with this poem.
What a talented and raw write.
Sam
Be safe,
Karen