Drifting
poem by:
P Mason
Written
on Dec 03, 2016
The road drifts north along an empty shore. It goes somewhere away from all that pressures the soul and heart of those alone in this world. Headed no place certain, just alone. Mulling endlessly of histories that never happened. Speaking, yelling into empty places and shattered emotions within the echoes of their personal prison. Those that live between the spaces of life spend theirs searching for any meaning. Only rarely finding that wish within the dust, wind, and Death that surrounds their very existence
Tags: sad, depressing, confused, dark, imagery,
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P Mason commented:
After a month of this, with 17 free verse poems and three unpublished haiku...I realize that I've written a lot of very dark stuff. Seamus Heaney once commented that poems come from pain....who am I to argue. That said, however, I'm enjoying this all tremendously.
Muk -
commented:
Nice piece of work
