Not for Sale

 

 

“Get in where you fit in”

---another ‘dime a dozen’

what once was now begins

to show just what it wasn’t.

 

Distant dreams…and fairytales

with every lie you told

…..dissipate inside this jail

explaining truths you never sold.

 

O N E lonely buyer…trapped

kept in this empty cage

slapped with every tear I’ve wept

upon this… fractured page.  

 

Flames fading before they ever were

in a fire… that will never be

proving the passion your lips once swore

to be nothing more than make believe.

 

Melodies of primal pain

now play within my mind

ravaging with each refrain

on a track I can’t rewind.

 

I’ve learned to live behind these walls

reined by demons of doubt

they keep me from further falls

and fortify this house.

 

Who knows what the future holds

for this lost and weary soul

but my dreams and loving heart

---- can’t be bought or sold.

Reviews

[alifeacoustic]

Wonderful. Such a softly spoken piece (in my mind anyway) that slowly lifts into wonderful last verse that captures the moment perfectly, of knowing those words once heard, now sound hollow and empty.
Thank you for sharing this. I really enjoyed it.

[AprilRN1210]

Thank you so much for this lovely, insightful review, I am glad you enjoyed..

[redzone]

the thing about lies is that even if you have bought them, they can be burned and destroyed, the truth can be won and in winning this, can never be "sold"... and that includes the truth we carry in our hearts... welcome to the area beyond cages and lies April... I think you poem sets you free and those who still hold on to the "fairy tales", it gives them hope...

redzone

[AprilRN1210]

the search for the truth is the hardest part, and when finding it, having the courage to believe it after having lost faith.. thank you for your insightful as ever review Red. I have missed you.

[Vikrantsingh]

Nice read ..thanks for the share :)

[Vikrantsingh]

Nice read ..thanks for the share :)

[Sami Khalil]

Gorgeous and sad at the same time. Missed you wonderful writes. Those demons of doubt do lurk in the shadows of our minds. And those primal pains keep on revisiting our weary souls. That is why we need to fortify our hopes and dreams and not sell them for any price. Excellent, my friend...:)...........

[AprilRN1210]

Thank you Sami.. I have missed you as well, my friend.

[Sami Khalil]

Same here. You are welcome .....:))))))

[BL]

Nice to see a new one of yours, very strong writing. Souls are priceless things

[AprilRN1210]

That they are. Thank you B

[ANTO]

April
return
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:D - see

[Relic]

I'm glad to see you writing again. Even if its only to get out some inner turmoil.

[AprilRN1210]

Thank you Relic

[Rita L. Sev]

Words borne of painful experience, but there is such wisdom here, too. Life unfolds in your verses, April, and makes the reader think and feel - the goal of good poetry. Great to read your work again!

[AprilRN1210]

Thank you so much, means a lot coming from you.

[emmajoy]

This reminds me of the painting, The Scream. Your poem has the same enclosed terror and agony of being trapped in an Everywhere. , of not knowing where the mind will go, how emotions might crumble to dust.. to... too much to continue.

Right now i want to reach out and hug your words and gentle them.. if only. This is not a pretty piece but, dear Lord, it's real.

[AprilRN1210]

Thank you, this was definitely written in a time of agony..