I did not turn out the man I would hope I would be,
Not as brave or broad chested as some would think,
Can’t handle the basics or connect the link
Rage my fall-back position of choice,
Trembling voice, sweated tears,
Cowering boy hiding in shadows of memory fears, broken years,
Lost, I wander from one day to new.
Lives and loves pulled to the depths with me,
Head-locked down I take them deep
Down to the pits where my nightmares creep,
Down, down, down, darkness drowns,
To a place where banshee`s wale, a repeated story, repeated tale.
Always the dancing tear eyed clown, absent the tears, absent the frown,
Further down into the drown,
I take them all.
The stage is lit and burning bright
Crowds of selective vision, selective sight,
All with their own worries, personal plight,
No more answers,
All ears dumb to my screams,
Muffled claps, broken dreams,
Again, the curtain falls.
I feel nothing, an empty hollow void,
Hell bent destruction spat life destroyed
Not a flicker of love, not a flicker of care,
Empty heart, thousand yard stare.
With a bull dust kicking pant,
Trembling rambling poison tongue tipped rant,
Feelings disregarded cast to dirt from spit, pick up your feelings from between the grit
Together we sit, in this hell cursed mind raped pit,
We all but are.
Copyright © 2017 Charlie Hasler.