As far as the eyes will let me

I see loneliness

Gnawing away at my consciousness

Tripping the switch to abject lows

Epic in proportion


Trying to reach a plateau that cant be reached

Gone is the hope

Alone are my emotions

A freak in a cage prowling back and forth

Bearing teeth at those who near


If music be the food of love I hear nothing

Deafened by the metronomic sound of silence

Destined to die in this cage of hate

Alone with everyone

Sympathetic stares


The same scarred caring arms

Extending ever closer

No closer are they to scratching

The infuriating itch of my longing

To be loved unconditionally?


As my blood burns within me

I taste blood, pre-emptively

I know I shall strike again

Racked with guilt

Filled with bitterness


I care not for my actions

For they brook no aggression

For I know problem tigers are eventually shot

◄ Starlight Over The Rhone

a moment in time ►


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alan barlow

Sat 8th Jan 2011 22:19

theres nothing wrong with that we all on the whole do as we have always done or more accurately what we feel most comfortable doing, comfort zones etc

we only change when something catastrophic or generally life threatening happens is it not such a bad thing to never be put in that position apart from whence our time comes? ill stop now as im just waffling.....

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Rachel Bond

Sat 8th Jan 2011 20:04

love to hate, hate to love...thats me. at least at times.

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alan barlow

Fri 7th Jan 2011 18:18

bitter? yes guilty as charged and no i do not. i think i sat on my rose tinted glasses years ago ;-)

thanks for the comment Rachel

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Rachel Bond

Fri 7th Jan 2011 00:22

i too liked the last line...and in all that bitterness do we even know what 'unconditional love' really is? some of us love to hate.

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alan barlow

Thu 6th Jan 2011 18:02

cheers steve i couldnt place the song at first so i went onto youtube and listened to the johnny cash version ( and i realised i did know the song but it wasnt a concious decision put it that way.

the pic is me at a darts comp/marathon piss up at chorely a few months ago and that is my crane/cobra kung fu pose replete with friends broken belt round my head, as you do haha

thankyou petrova yes nail on head pretty much ill be sure to read some of your work ;-)

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Petrova Fairhurst

Thu 6th Jan 2011 14:22

I really enjoyed this piece. To me infused with anger and desire to be free, there are echos here to some of my own writings which is probably why this resonates so strongly. x

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