Rolling Stone

An experimental piece about what I've been going through. My whole life I've moved city to city. It undoubtely takes a toll...

Rolling Stone   

There once was a man, 

Young and untamed by nature 

A man destined to be damned 

One in search of a savior

There once was a man, 

Charming and handsome by the grace of God

Time slipped from him, he could feel each grain of sand

Wandering in wonder, they cry “he is lost!” 

There once was a man,

Looking, nay, longing for something real

But even the purest could not understand 

And so from them, he would always peel

There once was a man,

As hardened as the stone that lay upon the earth

She reaches out and says “take my hand”

But he rolls on, “she would never have my weathered worth”

The wicked winds whirled him through life

A man in a state of constant strife 

With every piece he leaves behind, to the heart, a knife

For, broken relationships he has a rife 

And what stormy nights weigh upon his shoulders?

Is it the fear of being seen as a pebble and not a boulder? 

Is it the fires of passion between her and him beginning to smolder?

Is it the notion that all he is getting is older? 

Don’t get too close, 

They try, almost 

Don’t ask him what he knows

Don’t ask to hold his heart,

Don’t touch what has froze 

His most vulnerable state has always been the prose 

His greatest temptation has always been balancing out the lows

But I digress, 

I’m a mess 

Inside my chest 

And in my mind

There is no sense 

How many humans must I leave behind,

Before I scare away the rest? 

From Love I should take a break, 

From anything close I should be banned

I want too much from these humans, 

I want love to be grand, 

But I’m only getting older, can’t you see the silver strands?

Lost at sea, looking for land 

Although the ground shifts, 

Upon my own two feet I will stand,

But, my Rose, I am only just a man

If I ever reach out and take your hand,

Just promise you’ll never let go

And if you do, oh no

.....and so the Stone rolls. 

God save him, 

Or maybe she can try, 

For he is a Rolling Stone

Too good at goodbyes... 

Author's Note

Poetry is constantly reshaping. We find "our poetry" as we find "ourselves." Let me know what you guys think! More words soon...

Reviews

[Kerra]

This is amazing, speaks in truth, well written and said

[Prometheus]

I see this is a bit autobiographical? In any event, I think this reflects a lot of people today. Its a melancholy piece , but speaks volumes of truth. I enjoyed this piece.

[jessenia]

Beautiful writing. You put me in his shoes and that's awesome!

[richieb]

Colton,
I like the you poem started in a traditional way and then let loose, bearing your feelings. It takes courage to weigh our lives and study the score. Your writing was like a map, sometimes losing hope, sometimes looking for support. By writing this poem I believe you learned much about yourself.
Peace,
Richie b.

[Colton Warr]

Richie, you are exactly right! I did learn a lot while penning this poem. One of the greatest pleasures I get from writing is learning about myself. Without writing, I am not sure where I would be. Thanks for the positive words and thank you for reading!

[LazerRays]

This tells a wonderful story! I enjoyed the metaphor and symbolisms placed in here :)

[Colton Warr]

Thank you very much! I appreciate the kind words! I'm glad that you enjoyed it! Thanks for giving this a read!

[LazerRays]

Anytime :)

[FaeryQueen]

oh wow am i ever late on this! this is such a wonderful write

[Colton Warr]

Better late than never! I appreciate you taking the time out of your day to give this a read! I'm glad you enjoyed it!

[Deco]

Is it that you believe you"ll find what you are looking for else where? Or is it that you've found it , often, and it frightens you? Or maybe it's something else entirely. As for me, all the times I've moved, quite a few times, actually, I've found that the journey was most important than what was at the end of it. Good read.

[Colton Warr]

The journey is absolutely far more important than the destination. But, Is struggle with not knowing the destination. And this piece touches on that a bit. Thank you for stopping by and giving this a read!

[The Iron Horseman]

Excellent writing. As a portrayal of a lost soul rambling through life, uncertain of his way but sure of constant loss, this would be hard to beat. I have great empathy for vagabonds, so this poem really reached me. Thank you for a good read.

[Colton Warr]

Thank you very much! I'm glad you enjoyed this piece! Thank you for stopping by and giving this a read!

[The Iron Horseman]

You are very welcome. It was my pleasure.

[Luissanto]

Writing is a journey, and a great writer takes their readers along with them. Thank you for taking us along with you.
You are very gifted. Thank you for sharing this with us.

[Colton Warr]

Thank you so much for the kind and uplifting words! I agree completely. We all, as writers, share journey’s. And it’s a beautiful thing. Thanks for giving this a read and being on my journey with me!

[Luissanto]

You're welcome

[Neythan Cardoso]

This is a great one i can connect!

[Colton Warr]

Thank you so much! I appreciate your kind words be I am glad that you could connect with these words! Thanks for giving this a read!