Confused words
by George "Papa" G.
papagtg@swbell.net
My raped Soul bleeds in the darkness of shame,
sitting in a pool of self pity,
oceans of regrets wash over me
in tides of salty tears.
Swimming in the sea of sorrows I type; write,
currents fears ebb from me... A castaway...
Where does love sail?
I look for the gentle glow.
I reap what I sow.
Is this why I am alone?
Oh my little runaway...
The slamming of the second hand
upon my Harley clock of black
echoes my broken heart.
Placid thunder.
Feet of clay
in boots with steel toes...
Hours ago rooms were filled
with the laughter of my boys.
Vibrating walls. Blaring silence.
Clamorous calm. Horseplay.
Defening soft stillness. Dad.
Quiet hateful quiet. Papa.
Hushed high sounding cries.
Faint crashing of tears falling.
Inaudible screams, within abandoned dreams.
Phone check for dial tones.
Batteries in beeper more alive than I.
A world out there,
though no one really cares.
Far way, a drift, floating in empty agony...
Christian women just stare...
Bar girls offer kisses and licks... Negligee.
Touches which feeds the fires of my sadness. Foreplay.
Smiles faked. Role play. Heartache. Heartbreak.
Ulcers bleed, stomach-ache.
My scars pulse with their own life,
as I contemplate my sins! Insomniac.
Sitting in the empty room among the din.
Black leather jack. A throw back.
My vocabulary exercised,
yet, pain still breathes.
Virgo my Zodiac.
Such is me. I be.
Written by...
George "Papa" G. :
papagtg@swbell.net