bed o' nails

bed o’ nails

past daisy chain gatherings,

spontaneous combustible emotions,

watching feelings of dread,

basking in the sunlight,

through unclean windows.

 

poor pathetic soldier of life,

war wounds from day’s gone by,

untitled biography

returns to mind,

again and again;

in order to lighten the load of depression.

 

gathering close,

with rites he commands;

only true friends:

paints and brush,

paper and pen,

guitar and hands.

 

how desolate this loneliness,

so beautifully romantic

create it, i,

within my own mind's heart,

mouth and eye,

reign my twisted appeal to justify.

 

Copyright 2010, by William Teague

Reviews

[Ruth]

There is such cleansing through remorse here!
A fantastic poem! To gather thoughts and justify that feeling after all the recognition of emptiness and regret, this is powerful work love!
100 from me lol
xx