Wandering Wayward Without Hope

A night out

Crowds of crowded bars

captivate my counter culture,

consumed by consumption,

a fixed fascination

gone, immersed,

intent to involve my lost

preoccupied rapture,

wrapped in absence,

absorbed in abstractions,

bemused day dreams

faraway and forgetful,

heedless to the inattention

of my remote removed space

of unconsciousness,

withdrawn from all.

 

Absent, adrift, astray,

at sea, I am a cast away,

disappeared last decade,

irrecoverable, though

I lacked a kiss goodbye.

Mislaid, misplaced, missed,

obscured, off course, off track,

wandering wayward without hope.

Reviews

[No One Important]

You have a dangerous gift...a gift for imagery and substance sometimes lacking in this dreary world. we sometimes forget the pain of others when we are slighted. Your words in this poem and others remind me that we all feel pain and we all share doubt that it will get better...one of your best

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Sounds like a very contemplative night out - great flow and imagery to this work. Thank you.
Light,
Siddartha