Harsh Rock

My dad once told me there are people

out there who don't know much, and other

people who don't suspect much.

Truth be told, that would be me on both counts.

 

You see, it all passed me by, and I'll be damned

but I thought I knew what I was doing.

"What the hell was I thinking?"

The waste of those years accusingly on point.

 

It seems I remained oblivious to my place

in this world without an emotional compass.

My true north just an illusion.

 

Now the harsh rock of reality

is upon me, and it’s  

the razor’s edge that I feel.

 

I wonder if I've anything left to bleed.

Reviews

[Lisasview]

Oh gosh, your words gave me chills and brought tears to my eyes..
Many people feel this way when they are young and some (I say some) grow out of it and find their place. Yes... "what the hell was I thinking" such an important line.
Your father was so wise...but you did not hear his words and now remember them.. which happens to many of us...later in life..

This doesn't feel like a poem but more like a page from a private journal... which i loved..
Every word and each line has such deeper meaning.
Thank you for sharing,
Lisa, now in Spain

[Marlon Ferguson]

Interesting introspective piece. Despite the lessons of time and experience, it seems the same question remains.

[Ken e Bujold]

a poem such as this reveals a few things CM. 1)you are not as clueless or blind to life as you might think or despair. and 2) you have a great deal left to bleed, it is what we poets do my friend

ken

[Robert Haigh]

When we are young we often think we know more than our elders, and can't be told anything. We have to learn the hard way! Life's knocks help to shape us - and knock some sense into us. All part of growing up. We can't turn back the clock, and some regrets stay with us for the rest of our lives. But we are never too old to learn! Life is a continual learning process!

[Lydia Shutter]

Brutally honest introspection here. Well written. Lydi**