Punch Drunk

Punch Drunk

A Poem by Audrey Owens

In my world
We live on a beach, facing the rising sun.
White dunes capped with palms guard us.
The smell of sea-salt in our lungs
Flavoring my poetry.
Black-curled hair waved by moisture,
A black sky about to rain on us
While a darker ocean screams at us both
For not knowing any better.

I bathe my naked curves in its clawing embrace,
And feel as it feels me things I should have known-
The things you tried to tell me, that I could have found elsewhere-
Who I was, what I am, what I forgot.
And all I can do is apologize for it all,
Even if it will never be enough.

And you're gone,
Away from my mind's beach bungalow.
I'm afraid you'll never come back again,
And I accept the responsibility for what I've done.
Except precognition won't let me sleep;
I fell in love with you, I feel in love with potential.
I see that you were more below the surface,
Yet you can't let it out, so I pushed.

God damn I was such a fool.

Please forgive my....
Lack of information
I'm punch-drunk, and I need to find a way back home
It'd be a miracle, ooooooohhhhhhh

I'm having trouble seeing
I'm punch-drunk, and I need to find a way back home
It'd be a miracle, if you'd oblige

The words of The First of His Name fills my ears
And I fee as if he truly understands.

I hope he can make you see what I need,
And if it's too much trouble for you to help.

© 2012 Audrey Owens

Author's Note

Audrey Owens
Originally written sometime during the summer of 2009. I feel like it's not finished, but I don't know where the rest of this may have gone.

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I would agree with John; all dreams become our own anyway. Keep writing!

Rosa -x-

Posted 6 Years Ago

You completed this in the best possible way,
you have left it to the interpretation of the reader
and it is done.
I interpret this as a su;mmer`s dream, an interesting
exotic dream and it is finished.
----- John

Posted 6 Years Ago

The rest of it was lost in your misery, and we've all felt that at sometime or another. I think the poem's true end is with 'God damn I was such a fool.' Sometimes it's best to leave everything else to the reader's imagination.

Posted 6 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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