Starting Over

This is the first poem I have written in ages, more like months and as such I know it is a horrible poem, but I am trying to get into the swing of things again.

I will not lose myself

to the dark.  A year

stuck in isolation and

idleness like stagnant waters

drawing flies and mosquitoes.

Guts full of red wine

and whiskey, more sober now,

I begin to sing my song.

Out of a nightmare complete

with mechanical aberrations

sounding demonic, driving to

nowhere affluent just

outside my apartment's

door.

 

But night descends today,

time recedes, the wood is quiet

and I sit up, awaiting the dawn.

The sun then caught

in emblazoned beads of dew.

Also waiting for my life

to resurrect and turn

at once- productive again.

 

Reviews

[Emily B]

Starting over, losing the darkness for the light . . . your words are stirring.

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Truly, I can empathize with these feelings. Wonderfully expressed. Blessings on your path.
Light,
Siddartha

[emmajoy]

Oh that second part... lovely, meaningful -

But night descends today,
time recedes, the wood is quiet
and I sit up, awaiting the dawn.
The sun then caught
in emblazoned beads of dew.
Also waiting for my life
to resurrect and turn
at once- productive again.

Before reading it, I read your Bio.. so, understand how the one goes arm in arm with the other.

You write very sensitively , the words flow... there 's a true begininng and a true ending..

Thank you letting me share your very first post in WritersCafe... Will return for more.