Slingshot

A poem by the brothers D.A.dubbaC

And so it begins,

days darker than armageddon,

alone in crowd filled streets,

trying to get my head in,

or out of these sheets,

that sail like the fleets,

of the thousands of men,

that came after them,

In their sleep.

Survival of the fittest,

Nothing but sinister intentions,

with diabolical new inventions,

like relationship interventions,

with the cruelest pretensions,

to ruin your world.

My minds in a swirl,

a cirrocumulus whirl,

Insomnia my enemy,

Shows me thoughts that make me curl,

Day by day a constant rain cloud my way

Still tortured by thoughts of this girl.

On this earth to take you from your life,

no matter the pain it brings,

to severe your ties or take your wife,

Glad I could help you find your wings.

Sitting alone and staring,

I wait for the night,

without malice or spite,

where I can close my eyes,

not hear goodbyes,

and not see you,

be finally through,

with my own self doubt,

and fear of deceit,

to exhale and smile,

and finally sleep.

- }:)>

- H-T-P

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Alexander W. Quinn]

You've got a crazy rythme here that's almost addictive. Your imagry is vivid and powerful. Great piece.