The Shortest Point

Wild thoughts spread like transparent disasters in an inferno of emotion.

My soul, the witness to these actions, clouded and intangible, trying to recall the broken promises of my youth.

How many safe harbours have I left to set my course on the raging tide?

Drifting aimlessly across vast stretches of my inner self, empty and flat.

Open-eyed, hesitant and not understanding I move on without a backward glance.

For what memories, a lost man can chase his dream and miss his turning.

Author's Note

Reviews

[Rayree Parker]

I really dig your style !! "a lost man can chase his dream and miss his turning" this is a truth with in myself that is at a gut level honesty that fills me with a uneasy internal chafing lol...you touch on so many little things that trigger this feeling in me I love that!! if you are feeling uncomfortable you are probably in the right spot for a life lesson a truth ... ty for sharing your truths at a level few men are able of doing authentically ...

[Raymond Federle]

Encouraging words such as yours only inspire me to muddle through and see what my weirdness has to offer up next :0

[R. L. Hill]

This sparked such ready and deep emotions in me! Wow, Raymond. You have moved me with this piece. It helps me to understand that I am not alone in this drift at sea. Thank you for being so raw about the realities of emotion and self-discovery, purpose....Simply, darkly, devastatingly beautiful.

[RealistMe]

Another deep and angsty poet. I love it!