Orphan

A Poem by Dream Weaver

I’m crossing borders should I make amends, void of enemies and yet invisible to friends.

I’m preposterous and inconceivable a feigning rage, with no clear direction, there’s no hope for my “Golden Age”.

Digressing in silence, I deviate from the plan; my intuition craves defiance, such a weakling of a man.

And so the search continues, with one clean shot to the head, don’t pity me for my eccentricities… bang I’m dead!

© 2013 Dream Weaver

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Sheila Kline

And it is all over but the funeral.........we live, dance, cry, laugh, and then die! It seems such a pity at times, but truth is truth.
I especially like the rhyming pattern - rhymes are always okay for me!

Posted 11 Years Ago

11 Years Ago

Indeed Sheila, Thanks ever so much for your kind review...

Holly Mason

no bang I am dead...picturing what lies ahead
the what if's are terrible though-what if I came home to mom baking cookies
what if my father was well known in our town
what if what if what if-what can I change?the way I parent
these are insightful words
thank you for sharing them

Posted 11 Years Ago

11 Years Ago

Thank you Holly, these are words of the hopeless reaching out for anyone or anything...Sadly this is.. read more

My Fair Lady

This piece speaks volumes. I am certain that many of us can identify these feelings because at one time or another they have felt the pain of digression, deviation and no sense of hope.That ability to focus on one feeling, one sense, or one moment is the reason I hold you and your writing with such high esteem. As always you take us exactly there. How gifted you are my friend. How truly gifted you are.

Posted 11 Years Ago

11 Years Ago

Thanks ever so much my lovely "Baker" of kindness..it's been a while, hope all is well with you?

Veronica Chandler

This is powerful and intense write; I am honored to be the first to review this compelling piece which speaks a language I understand all too well. It matters not if they are your thoughts about you or if ones encountered along the way, or even if it has no basis in reality, it sublimely depicts the down right "ACHE" of the blues.