ALMOST TWENTY-FOUR YEARS

ALMOST TWENTY-FOUR YEARS

 

Almost twenty-four years.

I have been on this ship out at sea.

My body, ever changing,

My mind, so filled up to the brim,

Even my soul, more and more lost,

Is thrown in every direction,

As the waves come crashing in from all sides.

 

I do not know my purpose here.

In this time and space, ever pulsating with life,

I only have developed a relentless thirst

For some sort of freedom.

Sweet, sweet freedom

coated with the bitterness

of the blackest coffee.

Yet,

freedom from what and why,

I have yet to discover

upon this strange journey.

 

Countless minutes,

numerous days,

And a vast amount of moments have ticked their way by.

Some of these occurring events,

dancing on through the door, and waltzing back out,

are quite joyous in their lively stride.

Others,

well,

are more silent than any ear popping deafness.

 

Therefore,

with each waking sunrise,

each breath I’ve taken,

I am faced with an intense abundance of choices set at arm’s reach.

In just a flick of a wrist,

I have opened my eyes to full sails

And clear skis.

Unfortunately,

With even the wrong glancing circumstances,

This warm breeze an interval of dreary days,

Raining in its symphony of fiery thunder.  

 

Oh,

The dead ends

These feet cannot forget they have stubbed their toe into,

Simply complex paths

I blindly continue to fumble through.

A soul,

Continuing to assume it has found itself,

Until the day the shores of home come into sight,

And even then,

I do not know how long I will stay.

 

©Brian Kraklau 2014

Reviews

[Spencer R]

its is a great poem it really deep brian get a hold of me sometime bro

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

Truly beautiful prose with lovely scenes inside it, and it takes me to your place.
Thanks for sharing your thoughts inside your head.

[Dorset John]

I like this.
You have put a lot of effort into it.