On My Own

This time, I'm on my own. 
Without a ticket, without a dream, just sitting here in writing skim... 
"A, B, C" Closing doors, browsing the high way of flat door rails. 
You must seat to the right, lean back and realize- 
This weather is no surprise and rain is falling, falling on our heads 
Rolling, rolling up your sleeves, leafs are falling on their knees, 
Rolling, dropping down the drops 
And my faces will roll 
And my hair will fall. 
I will sit down on a chair; throw my eye on the floor lair 
Roll it to the space between the doors and more hair will fall, on the floor. 

You listen to the sounds browsing your soul. 
This drilling noise gives you no choice, but to think that you are nothing. 
The trains approaching yellow dock people are calm. 
Inhale, toxic smock; 
In busy rowdy speed they leap on escalators, raising rowdiness; 
"I'm here! I've got to get out of Here! 
I've got to get out of Here!" 
Alarm clock, exploded in your head- you wake up! 
And keep on falling down 
The SkyTrain lane, 
Down the waterfall; 

Red light, speed limits speed bumps… 
Does fate exist? 
Be careful! 
You watch your step, again, you realize, you're nothing... 
In between the future and the past, 
Nothing's going to last. 
Nonsense! Nonsense! Nonsense! Nonsense- usual attraction; 
The sun is gone. 
I’ll shine all alone whole your life, 
I'll shine all alone. 
No mercy for your soul- 

Tied to the pole, I’m barking on my own 
From photo which was made to improvise your past, 
Those broken, dead trees- old useless logs 
Surrounded by the fogs of sand; 
You fly your mind above the highway light, 
You fly above all - where would you go? 
Door check, back on the deck; 
Emptiness God; In echoed illness, bound around the lot; 
Around, around 
The leash will slide on steel "no parking" pole, 
Tied to my neck, the leash will glide around the world; 

Comforting, 
Meaningless, 
Bliss of mindless body... 
The Ignorance is eating seeds of Morning Glory; 
All questions unresolved- keep drawing to conclusions; 
My fake intelligence, cosmetics of chronic masks, 
Drowning delusions- 
Now I am swimming in the puddle of soap bubbles; 
Recreating in the bubble of rotten gutters; 
Sinking, fainting, and dissolving to the point of mental breakdowns; 
Melted to the bottom of beeswax shakedown... 

Civilization is flashing directly in my eyes. 
Through ears it drills the highway cries, 
Through nuzzles of my nose, it shoots the toxic fume! 
Local funerals, local news; 
Local criminals, local schools; 
Seven days a week, twenty four hours a day 
My brain cells decompose, in the social terrain... 
Without passion I am blind. 
When passionate I'm never satisfied 

How passionate, how desperate, 
How blind your love - 
When life is never long enough.

Reviews

[Donicca Dona L]

Does fate exist?
Be careful!
You watch your step, again, you realize, you're nothing...
In between the future and the past,
Nothing's going to last.
Nonsense! Nonsense! Nonsense! Nonsense- usual attraction;

I do think sometimes fate exist and sometimes I am against it ... What are we? what is life to us? It's a very deep poem.
you gave a killing answer in the end... when life is never long enough.
LOVED IT!

[Stanislav Volo]

Thank you for your response; I’m very glad that you managed read entire poem. I think that many people give up half way, and I don’t blame them.

[Donicca Dona L]

I never really left a poem half readen , maybe the fact that I am literature student doesn't allow it.
I really enjoy reading it . I am saving this as a document if I may?

[Stanislav Volo]

sure, it's in a public domain, feel welcome to save it or share it or anything as you wish.