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Delta40
11-06-2013, 01:43 AM
You're so busy wondering
why you were even born.

How Dad passed on his pen,
his music,
his alcoholism.

Guess you never noticed
when your horse came in.

Waking up exhausted and aged,
a finish line appears on the horizon.

You search the archives of
your mind for inspiration
while a part of you remains in therapy.

Desperate for a new lease,
swallowing kilos of bloody red meat,
you think to yourself,

Only five minutes to go before
the session is over.

You take a mental retreat
to some Victorian guest house
and stare endlessly at screensaver shapes.

DieterM
11-06-2013, 03:24 AM
Sounds (and echoes in me) a lot like me at the moment. Blame it on our Parisian November weather… I particularly liked the last stanza, feeling like staring at screensaver shapes too. Let's stare together, Delta; perhaps we'll find some answers there?

cacian
11-06-2013, 04:01 AM
interesting piece Delta. As always a story with strong visuals. The Victorian and screen savers did it for me :)

Delta40
11-06-2013, 05:07 PM
Thank you

Jerrybaldy
11-06-2013, 06:58 PM
Extraverted feeling? Makes more sense than Iron. It has a feeling of inevitability that I think we share. And seeing as you fed the line, a desperation. A pleasure to read.

Delta40
11-07-2013, 05:55 AM
I should have let this one grow. Could've done a lot more with ideas about iron.
Depletion
Strength
Will

hannah_arendt
11-07-2013, 08:41 AM
Sounds (and echoes in me) a lot like me at the moment. Blame it on our Parisian November weather… I particularly liked the last stanza, feeling like staring at screensaver shapes too. Let's stare together, Delta; perhaps we'll find some answers there?

What`s the weather there now? I have always been in Paris in summer:)