Tag: sad

Bubble Man

The songwriter told of a boy in a bubble,
That boy he grew older and wiser each day.
‘Till eventually trauma his bubble had burst,
And reality found a sad place to stay.

Life can get hard and seem to lack meaning
Life pushes in and our comfort destroys.
The boundaries formed, no longer protecting;
The walls that we built are shown to be toys.

The cares of the world held the man in a whirlwind;
Without his protection he felt his soul rust.
As year after year weighed more on his mind
His care to live longer was filed to dust.

In his moment of dying no one was present
To see how he did it or even ask why.
But he has found now his bubble again,
And floats all alone through the dark dreary sky.

11.6.19

Generations

Souls of peace –
Silken lace and World War dreams.
Can I give a bit of thought?
The quarter turns and leaves are gone.

Silence speaks –
Christmas past and graves have grown.
Where’s the blood we loved in life?
The time has shifted yet again.

Dripping light –
Hope that spills in timeless death.
Who shall carry on our love?
The soil, children, trees, and stars.

11.2.19

Gloom

Raining out and in my soul,
Falling where my slow steps go.
Sodden bits of thoughts still cling;
Never will my spirit sing.

Is this life? Then set me free.
Is this faith? I don’t believe.
The dreary wet of all these woes
Drives me downward to my foes.

Soon perhaps the pour will cease;
I could maybe find relief.
Till that time this weary tramp
Leads me further through the damp.

09.20.19

Within my Flesh

Within my flesh a wire grew,

Around my heart and in my mind.

It pierced my body slowly through,

And wound me with an inward bind.

 

It creeped along in such a way –

Steel forcing through my sinews taught –

I did not feel the growing pain,

Until my soul was firmly caught.

 

Too late I tried pull it free,

Enveloped by my flesh it clung,

And movement only tortured me;

My lungs of breath were slowly wrung.

 

07.24.19

My Mistake

I left school early for my break,

And gladly missed two days of class;

But I soon realized my mistake,

And now my grades will never pass.

 

If only I had stayed in town,

As every faithful student ought;

I’d have no cause to fret and frown,

I’d know exactly what’d been taught.

 

But no, instead I went my way,

And thought to have a load of fun.

I now regret that fateful day,

‘Cause now my fleeting joy is done.

 

Please listen to my saddened voice,

And take a warning from my choice.

 

11.27.18

Parting

When parting ways as we must do,

My heart does break for leaving you.

As life flows on, and we are caught

In currents strong, I have the thought:

 

That though we seek to fight the tide,

Perhaps it’s best, the swell to ride.

It’s all in vain to force our way,

For fate will have the final say.

 

And though it seems that we are lost,

Forever parted, torn, and tossed,

There is a hope for you and me,

For fate to change, and peace to be.

 

02.23.18

Poem from December

I search among the shadows great,

But I am all too filled with hate

To see beyond the striking black.

This path of doom, this lonely fate,

Is filled with those of rot and wrack,

And with them now I take this track.

 

I only wish to see some light,

But finding none to left or right

I stumble on through slimy air.

So long ago I lost my fight

All thought or any shred of care

Has left me now, alone and bare. 

 

This pain I feel, the grief of loss,

Has caused my inner thoughts to toss,

And in my heaviness and shame

I realize that this weighty cross

Is greater than my weakened frame.

Someone else must take my blame.

 

12.14.18

Josh the Wosh in Class

Oh, Josh the Wosh sat there in class

and waited for the time to pass.

He shifted left and then looked right;

He wished for sleep and peace that night.

 

Yet as he sat and thought of school,

Of all the work and things to do,

Of all the time that they would take,

His poor heart there began to break.

 

Yes, Josh the Wosh sat there in class,

Filled with thoughts of force and mass,

And as the weight of school pushed down,

On his face there formed a frown.

 

The teacher thought this was quite bad,

He’d never seen a face so sad.

“Hey, Josh,” he said, “You’ll fail this course!

“You look just like a dying horse.”

 

So, Josh the Wosh sat there in class,

And pondered this amazing sass.

Yet since so tired was his brain,

He simply failed to see the aim.

 

Now, at this point, his brain was spent,

And into quiet sleep, it slipped.

And so the time did finally pass

As Josh the Wosh sat there in class.

 

02.21.18