Erosion

Erosion

A Poem by John B. Bolling

Where life shimmered is now dim and cold,
The loss of senses that once provided balance,
Have brought this dilapidated mind crashing,
An epic collapse into the endless abyss,
One more story never told.

My mind in collapse,
My heart went cold.
My soul now trapped,
My body to erode.

Where tides once turned is now dry and barren,
The loss of waves that rose and receded,
That comforted me even in the fiercest storms,
Only to leave me drifting into the abyss,
Never to be heard from again.

My mind turned insolvent,
My heart went cold.
My soul is indifferent,
My body a broken mould.

Release me from all of this,
I cannot last another day.
A cigarrette burned to the tip,
Condemned to the ash tray.

In moments when I was possessed,
Like a fired bullet that just missed,
Burning hot without control.
In a shirt and tie nicely dressed,
Suit jacket ironed and pressed,
May the earth consume my soul.

Where flowers bloomed has turned to clay,
The impending weather makes no difference,
Even if the greenest of thumbs were to toil,
Nothing good would come from the ground,
Beneath which I forever lay.
 

© 2009 John B. Bolling


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John B. Bolling
John B. Bolling

Long Island, NY



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