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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Darkness In The Light Of Day/ Remembering Grandma
[time] => 2003-01-12 11:30:00
[hometext] => I did this one in honour of my Grandmother. Jan 5 of 1991 the day of her passing. now after 12 years this is for her. There is no way to edit this poem, FYI
[bodytext] => Passing through the graveyard, a chilly wind blows strong.
Floating by, the effects of spirits seem comforting to see. Peace is mine alone to have. The freedom exist in my minds eye, yet I run from it. Perplexed as it may be, it's astonishing to feel. Basic instincts of survival is needed when your alone. I learn to seek what my destiny, my job to protect is rusted The blank space between you and I.......busted. A wrinkle in the fabric is torn. Time must go on, Painful memories diminish. Now I must run again from something that is afoot. I undertake a role I was not meant to play. I lay down on the grass next to grandma and pray. I envisioned past dilemmas and future conflicts that are taken shape. I instruct myself to let go of things dear. Such stress I am under, I say " I need a beer." I could say " Damn the place to hell!" but I'm not in a midlife crisis here. My dark humour is what can keep me goin'. Unsettled is my heart and future. I take it day by day, because "What is, is." I stand up near the grave and I look up towards the heavens and ask for forgiveness of my future sins that will be commited in time. I leave behind a past that shall be remembered as a lesson in life that I will ponder soon. Sanity, Identity, and innocence bring out little confusion now. A new subject surfaces and is not my time to embrace. Uneven thoughts race in my mind and soul yet the air that surrounds me is warm. I leave the boneyard unaware that what I leave is the hurt that stayed for ten years in my life. I start anew in a world O' hurt. Determained not to repeat a past faliure I begin to look beyond the pain. Shadows lurk in my mind and try to control my heart with darkness. Mellow mass hysteria can happen at any time. I know what is to come. We can't change the past and we can't look forward to a future, live one day at a time because "What is, is." [comments] => 2 [counter] => 149 [topic] => 48 [informant] => darkkai [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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