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)

[m.s.early]

You totally captured the rambling mind of the rambling man. You penned it to a "T". This is great work. It reads like you can find it on an Allman Brothers album. Great job.

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much X. I am thrilled you enjoyed this one. Hop on board if you like

[LadyAnn68]

wow....this is sensational...bravo. I will save to favorites...

[Jack...]

Thank you my friend. Smiling because of your kind words

[icelandicblue]

Did you know that the word hobo comes from the term homeward bound? I felt that power, fresh air and hope in this poem. To stay true we always return to ourselves in a familiar form.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Anne. I did not know that. I appreciate your kind words.

[Tina Louise UK]

Awesome write Jack, you did a great job on this one :) x

[Jack...]

Thank you very much Tia. I always appreciate your kindness to me.

[Baby Ricochet]

Love the last Stanza. Great poem Jack

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend

[Aethereal]

You did a fine job describing the intent of this picture within your poem. This picture inspired me to write the following tiny gift poem which you may keep as your own:

Train

Traveling my track of Fate,
I know where I’m sure to go.
Never early, never late,
my life never stops its flow
chugging at a steady rate
as my midnight whistles blow,
and my passengers and freight
hustle, bustle to-and fro.

[Jack...]

Thank you for your kindness

[Marie]

I think the days of "riding the rails" is fast passing away...I love the way this flows...timeless...

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Marie.

[Madalyn Beck]

You have really taken that photo and brought it to life! Truly amazing work, Jack. I felt as though I was on this train, lost in the feelings you have laid down in your words. :)

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Madalyn. it is friends like you who take the time to read my poetry and leave such kind words that make it all worthwhile

[kublakhan27]

You've taken me on a journey to be sure my friend. This sounds like a man on the run...it also sounds like a man betrayed, feeling compelled to go it alone on the fuel of a lack of trust. A fight to stave off destinations...I thought was a striking line in particular...as soon as we settle, we open ourselves up to a number of potential problems...complacency, carelessness, the threat of further betrayal, and so on. The last stanza is almost devastating in its resignation towards life in general...it's a resignation that sends us back within ourselves, wondering if it's simply a proverbial case of life being unfair, or if we made it unfair by being unfair to ourselves and more importantly to others. A most poignant piece of introspection you've offered up here Jack.

[Jack...]

Damn Steve...I'm not sure just a thank you would do this review justice. I am in awe at how this poem reached you. I basically just wrote what the photo told me to. Your kindness to me is overwhelming.

[Lyn Anderson]

I love these pieces that come from image prompts. Not something I do, and I admire it.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much KL. I enjoy allowing a photograph to speak ot me.