Who I was

Thank you to my good friend Zahra for the graphic.

Who I was

 

Blurred, these tracks of memories

Beyond the dreams that I may seek

Lost in windblown sanctity

Of roaring steel on endless plains

 

Adrift along these boundaries

Singing songs of desperate days

Within my mind…alone…wandering

Seeking that which is not forgotten

 

This fight to stave off destinations

Where frowning faces paint sad reflections

At every stop along the way

With flashing crossings in broken trust

 

And still the rumble feeds my heart

With hope that this line will soon end

Remembering me for who I was

And not what I have become…

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Thank you Zahra for the photo

Reviews

[BlackRose]

Sad days have a come, I lost in my sense of direction, not sure; where am I, if I only knew where I was going, where I'm taking myself. Just know that what I want is not within reach as it's freely in my mind to recollect, fogged by my own demise shutting happiness to a mute. I was once, wasn't I??? I have been blurred by so much down fall I can not see or conceive clearly. Time moves faster than I want it to, the next day gone, wishing to stop the lose of, leaving a gradually withered heart and stop mourning in my grave too far deep to get out for something far better supposing to come along, a hand perhaps to help me climb out. No one wants to be around this type. Distastes comes to their mouth as they leave the table for something less depressing, trying to bring those under in the same. What have I done to end up here, where I don't belong...

This came to me quick. You know me. ;o) Such imagery comes off your piece as if I'd been there. brilliantly done my friend.

[therisa]

BlackRose, its beautiful, but sad.

[Jack...]

Wow BlackRose...that was some trip. Thanks so much for always being so kind to me.

[BlackRose]

It's always my pleasure my friend. Anytime you need some back, I'm here, ha. :o) Yes I can go there, my friend for I have been here in this state at very few points in my life. Then I again I have the knack to know what it would feel like. Your sooo welcome. :o) Immensely honored to be the featured review, if only you could know. And thank YOU so very much and for reading it too therisa. :o)

[therisa]

Your welcome, BlackRose, for I have my fights with depression, too.

[BlackRose]

And yes, what a trip you were sent on, ha.

[BlackRose]

I don't normally get depressed. I let whatever it is slide off me. It takes alot for me to be or feel that way. So sorry you're having to fight with that. :o(

[therisa]

Been depression, PTSD and anxiety disorders, for most of my 4 + decades, on this orb.

[BlackRose]

I know in parts. *Read my message.

[therisa]

Thanks, for your supportive words and hope you never find yourself, in this position.

[BlackRose]

You read and understand. No one wants to be in such positions as these. ;o/

[BlackRose]

It's nothing. :o)

[Latifa]

very deep and sad at the same time, it's very hard for anyone to look back at what he or she was specially in those darkening days that we all gone through but I think if you're surrounded with your love ones, that place no matter how dreary you think it is, there will be always a beacon of hope waiting to be observed and seen, and you have thankfully seen it Jack.
GOD bless you.

[sushi]

A travel from past to the present then towards the future. A slow train journey, a window seat with better view of the scenery (which never travel along with us).

A different portray of life... Thanks for sharing...

[Vidya Bacchus]

Sad words here my friend.But we must never lose hope today could be bad and tomorrow could be great :)

[Jack...]

Thank you Vidya

[Vidya Bacchus]

You are welcome :)

[MsJewel]

I could feel the emotion in your words Jack - so sad and yet there is hope. You write from the heart with so much passion. I enjoyed this piece very much.

:) Julie

[Jack...]

Thank you so much Julie. I appreciate you stopping by.

[therisa]

There's a degree of sadness, within this poem, of a person, who has lost their sense of direction, by seeking out, a past that doesn't exist anymore. Of a time, clouded by nostalgia, whether for better or for worse.

[Jack...]

It is a lonely rail it seems. Thanks so very much ny good friend. I appreciate you so much.

[therisa]

Have ridden this rail, myself, so I know the struggle it takes to break free. Jack, you're not alone.

[Jack...]

Thank you Therisa.

[therisa]

Your welcome, Jack.

[s y e]

This is just perfect Jack, you have definitely brought this image to life. I felt like I was there, experiencing it all first hand.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend. I appreciate you taking your time to read my poem. I appreciate the fact that you think of me.

[s y e]

I always think of you, silly billy.

[Benita-Staebell M - Kin..]

WOW I loved these lines I was on the
train it felt I love train's so this was like
a Journey. thank you for sharing Bravo. Blessings my friend




Who I was



Blurred, these tracks of memories

Beyond the dreams that I may seek

Lost in windblown sanctity

Of roaring steel on endless plains



Adrift along these boundaries

Singing songs of desperate days

Within my mind…alone…wandering

Seeking that which is not forgotten

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much for your kindness. I appreciate you visitng my world and enjoying what you find.

[Cassie]

you are still a very good romantic, smooth writer who is able to take us with him with his writes...so my question is, who were you before and what have you become now, coz if asked...I would say, you are a great great person....

[Jack...]

Ha, I'm not sure how to answer that so let's just say. Not sure what I was before but I have become Cassie's friend. Thanks so much Sunshine

[Cassie]

yes yes...that is a better answer

[RichGee]

Wow! I am on this train to the last stop and back.
Truly exceptional work.

[Jack...]

Thanks Rich. Happy you enjoyed this one. It could be a long trip...where we going?

[RichGee]

Who cares? I'll drive!

[Jack...]

I'm there..."Shotgun!!!"

[RichGee]

Hahaha! Great!