Penciled Waterfalls

Metaphorical, cryptic... If you can work out what it means, I'll send you a gift. it's not that difficult...for me. But that's coz I wrote it :P Good luck.

 

A man, with the sunrise in his hair,

His brain on the computer screen,

Does little to raise flames from his chair,

A lone voice, in a helmet, goes unseen.

 

The gates to the long roads seem closed,

With peace as the forgotten destination.

The penciled waterfalls look opposed,

As a dead man will lose the confrontation.

 

The streaming river of information runs dry;

Only from the failure of drinking, it loses rain.

All eyes see the same goal, afraid to try,

To walk the road alone, is to walk with all but pain.

 

A frosted looking glass leads the world astray,

The straw, through which we destroy ourselves,

Left a hole in the bed, from where it lay,

Is prized as our destruction, and kept upon the shelves.

 

Sometimes, it’s the desperate that save us all,

As, in their hair, the sun begins to set.

Old, wearied, fallen from walk to crawl,

Our batteries all expire, repaying our only debt.

 

Colourless Rainbows arc the paper skies,

In the book, forgotten, lying on the floor.

Beyond imagination, the story flies,

Of how peace can exist, it’s what we fight for.

Reviews

[natureislelove]

Lovely poem, well worded.
I like this poem, i think that i can relate in someways to this poem, well to what i believe it means to me.
Keep up the good writing. Thanks for sharing.

[KatieDaray]

I like this poem, your work is one of my favorites :]]

[Laura E. Aranda]

I think you are writing about a lonely frustrated artistic journalist who is resolving to drinking to take away his headaches and fears about his online job.......tell me if i am right or wrong, please...thanks

[Nikki]

wow. i like.
it brings me to places i've been; though i'm on a better path now.
i'm thankful that my eyes can see past that 'frosted looking-glass'.

this is lovely.