A Standing Pool of Wasted WishesA Poem by Adam Greenfield
Traveling the speed of dreams
I take a left and end up head first
into a puddle, a standing pool
of wasted wishes
and the damn fish aren’t biting.
I built my rod from the spine
of every love lost while standing up
for love itself but getting shot down
every damn time and you’d think
I would give up trying
but I’m dying to find out
if there’s more because
there has to be more than this.
Hook, line and sinker have been cast
but all I’m catching is
a hidden past that haunts me
like cars in a lake
reported missing years ago.
Everytime I think I’ve got something
I reel in just a feeling,
a fleeting glimpse of
what I once felt before and
let slip through my hands
and shatter on the floor
into a million scattered pieces
comprising only one thought.
And when the day is done
I’ll pack up my things and go home,
back inside where I
count my losses from casting into
a sea of uncertainty
yet when I lay my head down
I still can’t sleep.
© 2008 Adam GreenfieldReviews
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Added on March 16, 2008AuthorAdam GreenfieldSan Diego, CAAboutI have the strangest desire at all times to take words and manipulate them to make you see what I see. Create your own visitor map! more..Writing
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