Eugh, all my poems end up seeming so depressing.
Don't leave me behind, December
Don't end beyond my reach
Don't miss the wish you wanted
Or forget any lessons you teach
Tapping out silent rythms
On the other side of the state
The only way I know to find you
Is after I find it's to late
The bruises and blackened eyes
Reddened with fights we've won
And the signs the good is fading
Are missing when our time is done
And the death of the innocent artist
And the birth of a psychotic rant
And the life of a long lost lover
And the skeptics who said we can't
Don't leave me behind, remember
Don't fade in the curtain call
Don't hide behind hours and days
Before the time will come for us all
And the end of a created wonder
And the start of a God of the rose
And the spark on a trail of powder
And the fire at the end of the shows
I like it CHB. Its sad, and nostalgic. Especially nostalgic. I think... well, when I read things, I imagine them in color. And this poem, starts out shady grey-blue, and then black, and finally, fire. yeah, i like it. I like it a lot ^^'
ReplyDeleteAh! So emotionally appealing. You could get a lot of different answers out of this. I sort of took it as a New Years Indie song, but that might also be "December" in the first line.
ReplyDeleteI think it's about holding on to the past, afraid of change, and about getting the life perspective that you didn't want. But, like I said, it could mean just about anything. That's what makes the best poems, I think.
And again, it sounds like it belongs with music.
Honest, I couldn't really focus on one thing while writing this. Basically, a lot of problems and emotions were bubbling up at the same time - you know how it is - and I had the misfortune to catch them on a page. The end.
ReplyDeleteIf only other artists would have that luck.
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