What Have I Become

What Have I Become

 

 

There have been nights

when I awoke in sweat,

the dreams pour in

thinking of the wasted days

and all the ways

I threw away,

a chance for you to stay.

 

Where did I go?

What have I become,

when shadows

steal this heart

and I try to run

from the pain I caused,

robbing you of the colors

heard in your sweet song.

      

As I sip my morning brew,

the world has gone askew

and everyone I knew,

has gone away in the end.

Yet outside my window,

the sky is blue

and you can see everything

for miles;

crows caw from the trees

down by Willow Creek,

squirrels play tag in playfulness,

and all I can think of is,

I am the man

who sold the world.

 

Aztec Warrior/redzone 2.21.20

Author's Note

....thanks for reading...

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

Reflective and filled with regret. Sometimes through the time tunnel things are not quite the way they actually were. We remember what we choose to remember. Thing is, we don't get to be this age without having a few regrets and making a lot of mistakes. Mother Nature is still here though.....and she can still bring us peace. Very "nice" write, Curt. Lydi**

[Sami Khalil]

"steal this heart

and I try to run

from the pain I caused,

robbing you of the colors

heard in your sweet song."

[Rania M]

What have I become? This poem in a beautiful setting asks that question. In our lust for the world we sometimes give up the truly meaningful. Sometimes its inadvertent but mostly, its knowingly. The regrets that come later are inevitable but I like to think we can learn from our mistakes and move on. Beautifully written.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we sell our hearts, we sell our souls...
we squander love...

i like the reference to "outside my window'
all that he sees is beauty that he can't touch now...because it is out there...and he is trapped inside his own regret.
excellent piece,
j.

[Sami Khalil]

A story is unfolding of wasted days and romance. A flicker of hope for the future is streaking across the horizon. A very powerful question and questioning of our true selves. Have we lived up to the expectations and inspirations? Have we delved deep into self awareness?
I hope you did not sell the world for cheap dear poet. Powerful...

[Sami Khalil]

"when shadows

steal this heart

and I try to run

from the pain I caused,"

[Sami Khalil]

"robbing you of the colors

heard in your sweet song.



As I sip my morning brew"