Also-rans Also RunA Poem by John B. BollingPain rages inside of me Teeth gnawing at my soul Riddled with holes A sharp-edge poker raked through coals ignites me The burning festers Smoldering ash and tinder I'm a blender A concoction of crushed dreams and lukewarm nightmares They are never that bad Not enough to wake me up, anyway While I may be sleep deprived It won't eat me alive Unless that red-hot poker of harrowing hurt beckons from afar Even in a car Speed cannot escape the inevitable truth The unborn lie in wait of revelation Trapped under expectations and hands taking hold They are all cold Dirty fingernails and callouses Let go Accept the destiny of unproven negatives and abstention No intervention The highest power isn't watching the pawns below Like a TV show we're just a rerun One more also-ran also run © 2009 John B. Bolling |
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Added on December 30, 2009 Last Updated on December 30, 2009 AuthorJohn B. BollingLong Island, NYAboutForever walking the fine line between self-preservation and self-destruction. more..Writing
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