Numb Drive

I am the dust

I will be searched

I am the source

I will spill forth

now and again

I am clouds of thunder,

in one drop

I am that drop

in an ocean filled under.

I am an ocean,

sweat and tears all asunder

hear my thunderous crying

when I wake from a dream

torn from the sky

ripped from dawn's tight lid.

~

I'd rather be

burnt in the light,

swathed in the sunshine

that you bring me at night

than be broken down

and in need of a hug sandwich

on the outskirts of

a town called Numb

on the frontiers of loneliness

my melancholy machine oiled

melancholy's drive begun

my melancholy steered this way.

delving THiS way then THaT!

Reviews

[Peter Joseph Swanson]

Marvelous!

[Kerry O'Connor]

This is a very strong piece from your pen, filled with cadences, word play which enhance the emotions strongly felt.