reaching, grasping, looking, finding not what i expected
wand’ring, stumbling, straining, ending up still uncorrected
staring, flirting, loving, giving all that i thought i had
slipping, failing, hurting, ev’rything always turned out bad
confusing ballads of lost time clutter my unsure mind
Love’s not out there, fulfillment gone, and i know i am blind
separating the tales heard in my head, the false, the true
hunger in my empty soul, debts continue to accrue
The above poem is dedicated to four of my favorite lines from two previous poems, Yet Clear To... (1990) and Dead Leaves (1992). I think these words just about perfectly describe the way I feel about my life. The lines are as follows:
petrified tongues of angry dreams swirling in pools of calmness
As drops of liquid fall from the leaky faucet of life.
and
unable to sit, to walk, to stand
holding nothing within the hand