Living in Fear of the Stone

A bit long, maybe too rhymy... but eh oh well... self expression... trying out a different person to write as (I think its second person...) anyway, here it is. dig it:

When you were just a small child,
The teachers used to keep a file,
They'd collect all your impotence,
And write down every capitol offence.

Do you feel that pain in your soul,
Can you feel them fighting for control?
Will they commiserate your defeats?
Or just kick you to the streets?

And after they've ripped and bit you,
What else can make your world turn blue?
What was that dream you had of being adored?
Is it just crazy? Or will it be ignored?

You fight your way through bullets and bombs,
Untouched by girlfriends and their picky moms,
You fenced in your heart and now you can't get in,
Did anybody tell you, how foolish you've been?

And when the world is moving on,
You just sit there all on your own,
Crying to the wind a thousand tears,
If only we could escape our fear!

Then maybe we could learn to face the day,
Staring unblinking, no matter what they say,
We could be fearless, valiant, and brave,
But no matter the distance, its love you crave.

There is a girl who had an active imagination,
Staying up late working on thought creation,
She'd never admit to feeling so alone,
But somehow in her dreams she felt at home.

And when you are faced with the light,
How can you continue to scream and fight?
Surely you must realize the final solution,
Before the hour of your heart's execution.

If in the explosions, you see her face,
Smiling at you with an angel's grace,
Just whisper to yourself, "It's not too late",
The time has come for you to test your fate.

Sipping on tea in an English way,
After the fireworks have gone away.
Its just you and that's all you've got,
No one feels your pain, they all forgot.

Like old king Sisyphus who went to hell,
He was given a boulder to roll up hill,
But whenever he'd approach the summit,
He'd slip, and the stone would plummet.

It feels sometimes like your heart is a rock,
You listen, all you can hear is a ticking clock,
You turn around and the child is grown,
All those wasted years, living like a drone.

You thought you could still reach the light,
Pushing your way to higher heights.
Suddenly you fall at the edge of the known,
You were dragged down by the stone.

But as your falling through crystal skies,
You see the girl with ingenious eyes.
She whispers to you, "I'm right here",
You've got a friend! Where is your fear?

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the flow of thoughts and the very good ending. Life does give us large rocks to carry and make us feel tire and disappointed. But we must find something to make us go forward. Could be a smile or a hello? Thank you for the amazing poetry.
Coyote