Its not a sunny world
And your hair never curled
And your feet never twirled.
Remember that.
When your broken head whirled
And your nightmares unfurled
When your dreams turned to dust
And your spark burned to rust
And your eyes lost that light
And your ghosts won the fight
Don't remember do you?
Sitting cosy in that make believe room
With pretty pills to chase away the gloom
They took it all didn't they
Till every hair turned to grey
And left you with a frozen mind
Not even one axe left to grind.
And yet you always wanted to
Remember.
Devoted exclusively to the creative process. Here you will see photojournaling, poetry, prose, an occasional review--journaling or philosophical writing can be found on our other blogs. This is our attempt to use our imaginations. Enjoy!
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4 comments:
Beautifully written! Love the imagery :)
excellent of course
Well done Inkblot.
When your sparks burned to dust.
This is a mind for whom Ginsberg Howled.
peace
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