A Poem by Thrushsong

Living is getting harder


Reading sad lines to make me feel more

For pain is sharper than pleasure

And helps to chip off this dull weight


For a moment the veil slips away

Delicate patterns melted by tears

And the slightest of glimpses behind it-


But then

The sting fades off

And the me I saw there

Is hidden from view once again



Settles in like a familiar dull ache

Draining the life from my bones

Flesh dissolved into apathy


Slowly I’m changing

Into crumbling stone

Slowly I’m fading


Rain will wash through my pebbled remains

Sweeping them into the devouring sea

And there amongst the changing waves

In passion and destruction

I will finally be free

© 2008 Thrushsong

Author's Note

This, and the image with it, were both created by me as an exploration of a dream I had.

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you are a great visual artist as well, ya know...i do need an, fantastic work

Posted 12 Years Ago

I must go back and view the image but this would be so great in front of Metamorphosis of Narcissus by Salvador Dali...fantastic writing here, you are great.

Posted 12 Years Ago

Simply and extraordinary piece of work. I read it twice and was really taken by it the second time. I read another one of yours as well...
Your writing is complicated, yet very understandable, which is, at least for me to read, unusual.
Standing ovation..I love it.

Posted 12 Years Ago

Sincerely depthfully charged and well written with a metaphorical ammbience that
shadows the meaning, beautiful imagery, to ponder waves crashing on shore,
you bring this poem to life with skill. Nicely Done.

Posted 12 Years Ago

I know the feeling and you write it well. This life can break you if you haven't the will to fight any longer. One can only take so much, but I feel you will fight on... the gift you have isn't meant to crumble in the waves.

Posted 12 Years Ago

"Rain will wash through my pebbled remains
Sweeping them into the devouring sea" - i really like these lines.

good poem. sad how we become stone... it's defensive and shows a deep and lasting hurt.

Posted 12 Years Ago

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Added on February 9, 2008
Last Updated on September 2, 2008



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A Poem by Thrushsong

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