Jerrybaldy
11-19-2010, 07:09 PM
I had walked in slippers, from city to field
from field to moor, from electric light
to moonlit night.
From false comfort ,to the barren 'scape
to wilderness, to wildness
for the need to be lost
and to deny a warm escape.
I called her name over and over again,
blown by the gale
to the hole in my face
from where it came.
I welcomed the utter despair
like a mother, dead and frozen
with frigid hands
gently carressing my hair.
As rain spat a sting in my face,
I laughed and fell face down
to embrace the goddamn earth
and to never find a place.
I dug my fingers in damp dirt
to find a hole within
to bury myself right there
and cover my shame and hurt.
The night went on relentless
my despair was just a jackass
on a night trip out of town
to a moor that couldn't care less.
When the sun first showed a sliver
her name no longer mattered.
I walked, a nobody passing,
bathed face down in the river.
from field to moor, from electric light
to moonlit night.
From false comfort ,to the barren 'scape
to wilderness, to wildness
for the need to be lost
and to deny a warm escape.
I called her name over and over again,
blown by the gale
to the hole in my face
from where it came.
I welcomed the utter despair
like a mother, dead and frozen
with frigid hands
gently carressing my hair.
As rain spat a sting in my face,
I laughed and fell face down
to embrace the goddamn earth
and to never find a place.
I dug my fingers in damp dirt
to find a hole within
to bury myself right there
and cover my shame and hurt.
The night went on relentless
my despair was just a jackass
on a night trip out of town
to a moor that couldn't care less.
When the sun first showed a sliver
her name no longer mattered.
I walked, a nobody passing,
bathed face down in the river.