The Wastelands

I'm warning you now that this is an angst poem.

Dreaming gently somewhere past the cliffs
Of dark and jagged storm stone
I feel the draw of nothing.

Its not the common kind of lonely,
Not the unsual kind of void
Its that same feeling I remember,
The first time I heard that short lived tradgedy sing.

That girl 16, Tiffany begging in the mall
Crying melody of "I think we're alone now"
Seemed so apt,
we were, the rest lost in indifference.

Its THAT kind of hole
Where instead of a place that indents into emptiness
there is no solid ground to compare
fall in and you can't tell when you fell.

Fell away from the world,
Fell away from faith,
Fell down, down from grace
Its the wastelands
The purgatory of a prisoner
Those young people who are always too old
but can barely remember why,
Used, then forgotton by an extraordinary life
The only advice I give is never trust fate.

Destiny's promise is a w***e's kiss
Like republican ethics
All it leaves is that last song in the mall
"I think we're alone now"
Is it a song? Not anymore
But when did it become a scream?
a yell? A rant? Then a curse-
running razor and ice nails through your voice
Turning that plea towards the sky?

Yet still only silence, all this pain then nothing,
Venting the tears and the beauty and love
and the hurt of a once innocent pouring out
in a quiet voice to an audience of one.

She saw in me the same wastelands
reflected in my eyes
"I think we're alone now"
A mirror of remorse
"I think we're alone now"
prostitute of the furies
"I think we're alone now"
Just another pawn in the game,
All resonding to the same silent dog whistle
"I think we're alone now"
Gods for only an instant,
bright comets through the cosmos's stage
Then darkness,and we are heard no more.
"I think we're alone now"
We've all gone to live
In the Wastelands.

Reviews

[Dshaman14]

nice poem... sorry i had just read the submission in my contest... kinda busy

hmmmm.... i think this will be nice if this is a song

]try putting some tone

it might sound good

keep working