i miss
not feeling like the end is near--
i miss the fearlessness
and the lust for living
and
i miss a life with no excuses.
i miss not drinking myself to sleep
and sleeping without dreaming.
i miss the feeling in my fingers
since I threw my fist
through the window pane...
most of all, i miss the feeling that loneliness won't kill me
and the knowledge that this guarded wintering will.
Nicola Beckett
Tue 17th Apr 2018 01:08
I miss the fearlessness and the lust for living. A life with no excuses x
Hi Rachel,
This is as stark and frank as anything you have submitted here. Poetry at its finest ~ the last line a real reality punch in the gut..
Suki
elPintor
Sat 14th Apr 2018 00:04
Hi David. You can't know if you like it 'til you've tried it. I like to believe that I can tap into it when I feel the need to escape the mundane, but then I remember that I was never really in control--in reality, it was more like something that tapped into me. Subsumed is a word that comes to mind. Maybe I should post a blog about it...
I don't speak directly of inner experience often, Ray. And, this is probably as plain as anything I've ever posted. Though the need for change still seems to come as the voice of tumult, past experience sometimes forces me to walk each step in trepidation where I once would not have feared to tread.
Thanks to all of you for reading--I'm glad to see that it hit its mark.
Rachel x
Powerful writing Rachel. Obviously you have inner experience to put this across, and it works in a subtle and descriptive way. I feel the terrible dilemma involved.
Ray
elPintor
Fri 13th Apr 2018 00:51
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elPintor
Wed 18th Apr 2018 01:32
Suki and Nicola, I thank you for commenting..you gently encourage me to do the same.
Rachel
Here's to Johnny...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h06uzVCFsoE&list=PLmIcr64RIgi2nHBhinSb28ZaY9APYy2LE