Overwhelmed

Overwhelmed

 

As chubby pink flesh yields to dry wrinkled skin

I peer back through the mystical swirling mists of lost time

Intoxicated I reel at the wonder and incredulity of it all

Joy causes my heart to ache for forgotten moments

Where passion heightened my senses to a searing flame

Then I wiped away my tears of regret and abandonment

I see faces as cameos emerge from the distant past

Times long since departed but held fast in my memories

Yet forever printed on my inner celluloid from reel to reel

Blue skies and leafy lanes with gentle breezes I recall

Bombed buildings and gaping holes

A grey weary world of scarcity and indelible loss

To new pastures, discoveries with endless possibilities

Family and friends, loneliness and little warmth to have or hold

From one bank of the river to the other side and back again

I managed to manouvre my restless soul filled with eternal hope

Love seemed out of reach, beyond all I could desire for

From conformity to uniformity, from authority to freedom

I found myself amidst the wreckage of all the ages

I stumbled eventually into the final waiting room

Where I now sit filled with enchantment and wonder

Glad to off load the misery and pain of it all

Hoping that my beliefs are valid for what lies ahead

Yearning for that eternal sleep

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Stephen Atkinson

Wed 22nd Sep 2021 17:41

Hold! Plenty of time for that eternal sleep, Keith! We need lots more superb poetry! Another 30 yrs or so will do, mate. Poetry wise: superb as always! 👍

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