Nowhere

How on earth did I arrive here

In this dark and dismal place,

When it all began with love, but

Of that love there’s not a trace,

When you first began to spell me

I was helpless in your clutch,

Like an oak, you tried to fell me,

One who didn’t matter much.

You would praise me up and raise me

When it suited you to play

With my juvenile emotions

You could have had me any day,

Though you never looked much further

Than the day that you would tire

Of your plaything, or the way things 

Would consume me in your fire.

I was not more than a bangle or

A bracelet for your wrist,

You would get me so entangled that

I never could resist,

Then you tossed me in your tempests

Left me battling your storms,

Till you had me question love and

What it was, in all its forms.

Then you plunged me into darkness

Black as pitch, without a light,

And I wondered at this starkness

When you failed to say goodnight,

I have stumbled on your pathway

In my folly, now it seems,

But have missed the open gateway 

In my search for love and dreams.

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[A Soap Mess Stories]

Sounds like the story of my life. Excellent DLP.

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked the journey and the honest ending in the poetry. The back-side look at life. Make us wish we were wiser and kinder. I liked the ending to the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Valentine]

David, I love this one. It seems like a part of myself when I was much younger. Into my favorites it goes. Valentine