Promised Land

 The dark hollows under my eyes
Do nothing but silently testify
To the nights I lay awake conjuring you.
And my fingers trace my skin
Starting in the East where it all did begin
To the West where my heart was surely lost.

My mid-morning hazy-head dreams
Like the early-rise sunshine beams
Break through in haphazard order.
Mercilessly, they seem to show
Things I can’t change but always know,
Soft escapes into a haunted past.
 

Memories that linger like a pity kiss,
Sweet with a faint odor of piss,
Ricochet off the walls of my mind.
And all this time spent in my head
Spend in this room spent in the bed
Is doing everything to deplete my health.

I break the mirrors hanging on the walls,
Then peel the aged paint chips in the halls
Swallowing the urge to cradle them between my lips.

My sinful synapses fire
Screaming to be taken higher,
So I close my ears to the deafening white-noise.
And though my frostbitten hands run crimson red,
Worn from holding taut the tar-tarnished kite bearers thread,
I cannot let go until the last paper angel has been run.
 

I meticulously scrape the ink from my flesh
In the hopes that the pain will make me fresh
And that my filthy slate will be wiped clean.

Over there sit’s a man with broken glass and a book,
He keeps telling me all I need is to look
And that then one day things will fall into place.

I think that for now, I’ll just tiptoe around
To take time and thoroughly test the ground.
But one day soon I’ll confidently take his hand,
And let him finally lead me to the promised land.
And finally let him lead us into the promised land.

Reviews

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

Thats very beautifully writting, thank you for the moving poem :-) Yossi

[Orlando Murcia]

What a comforting poem
I love the whole promise land
thing.

I want to get to my promise land

Great work, this was awesome I loved it

Orlando M

[Kimberly Smith]

The dark hollows under my eyes
love the way this started and love you choice of word just thought it was a great poem ....godd job.