Another oldie tonight from August 2009.
Dark as usual. I am a happy soul really but I just love to examine the darker side of my feelings and how can we feel true happiness if we have never experienced feelings such as the ones I write about here.
How far down can I go he thought?
He watched his face in the broken crazed mirror
Smiling back with tears in sad eyes
I am in pain. His smile said that
Written deep in a memory
Graven deep in lines of age
And with every action he took
Every emotion he showed
Pain was the least
Pain is easy, he knew it well
Anguish ain’t too bad either
He wore it as his shroud
Loss becomes easier with time
It becomes his dark companion
Walking beside him in step
Loss as friendship
Yeah he thought
And he looked at the clouded sky
As grey as burnished steel
As meaningless as forgotten friendship
As cold as ice
And yeah. He takes it and stands up
He cries … he hides it as always
Puts a smile on his face
False as always but no one sees him cry
No one sees him cry, no one hears him.
So how far down can he go?
How deep is despair?
Is it when numbness replaces pain?
When even death opens welcoming arms
The coldness of hell beckons him
Welcomes him even.
But that isn’t him
As he walks streets alone
He doesnt give in
Copyright Stan M Rogers 2009