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)

[Zahra]

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…
Somehow i knew you'll chose this image. Wonderfuly woven poetry. A familiar quest and desire to seek ourselves, what we are and what we become. Awesome my friend.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much my sweet friend. I am happy you enjoyed this. Out of all of the images you sent to me, this one spoke to me the most. Thank you so much for thinking of me and your kndness always. Your friendship means a lot to me.

[Zahra]

There's something about this photo, expressive. Though there other image links I sent you but I had a feeling that you'll chose this one.

[Sami Khalil]

Along our destinations in life, we face consternation and struggles from folks who wish us no good, who wants to put us down in the gutter, who wants to break all trust. It is always good to remember where we came from and know the expectancy of where we are going so we want be surprised when things go wrong. We do need that wind blown sanctity...A splendid poem as usual...:).................

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much Sami. I appreciate you stopping by today and leaving such kind words for me.

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure...:)..............................

[gabrielle]

For unknown reason, this piece reminded me of the Parable of the Prodigal Son, Jaack. Deep sense of regret and sadness reverberate on this piece.

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much my friend. Zahra (I have a voice) sent me the photo and asked me to write to it. This is how the photo spoke to me.