Drip from a tap

Sitting in the dark
no place to park
I don’t belong here
Piece of lint
Broken arm no splint
Not wanted here
Cast off
Too soft
Let me disappear
Eyes turned away
Not here to stay
Let me out of here
Out of place
Don’t recognize a face
Gone from here

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

When we become a stranger in our world. Life show us. Sometime home isn't our safe place. It is hard to grasp becoming forgotten and alone.
"Out of place
Don’t recognize a face
Gone from here"
I liked the strength of the above lines. Powerful and worthwhile dance of words and thoughts. Thank you Soren for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Soren]

Thank you so much my friend for the encouraging support.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I have lifelong tinnitus and so I've had to learn to force out certain sounds. There's such desperation in this piece. Powerful.

[Soren]

Thank you, Fabian. I appreciate your review and comment on this poem. It is the repetition that bothers me.

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

i like how you went back to basics with this one. straight-edged like a blade this verse cuts. the simple language speaks volumes, as if the persona is in a state of desperation. the insomnia is driving him mad. yet the rhymes sustain the lyrcism, showing you have not lost all your senses. it may be argued that it is not as complex as your other writing, it was still an engaging and brooding work.

[Soren]

You are too kind and generous with your comments. They are appreciated and serve as great support for future writing. Thank you so much.

[nadia dmitri]

Such sad themes but also my favourite sort of writing. Its atmospheric and dark. The kind of space that matches your mood. Reminds me of winter and early darkness. Beautiful as always!

[Soren]

Your remarks are very much appreciated and I thank you kindly for your interpretation and response

[Marie]

Sitting in the dark, no parking space available.
A feeling of not belonging in this world/place (feel like a piece of lint brushed off clothing)
Broken arm but no support
Not wanted, cast off from society because of being too sensitive
Wanting to disappear, looking the other way
Passing through, not here to stay
feeling out of place
Know nobody
Finally gone...
As I read this allegorical poem a picture formed in my mind of a hospital scene, but more like psychiatric. Busy wards, a lot of crying there, sadness, some not understanding why they are there. Few recognise anybody, everybody is like a stranger in a very strange place. A cold place emotionally! "Gone from here" was like receiving a shot which knocked one out... Strange! The title of the poem also reminded me of Chinese torture using a slow dripping water on one's face, scalp, forehead or face. Hope I am 110% incorrect, dear Soren. Your poem is so finely expressed I have no idea where what I saw came from! Please forgive me and feel totally free to delete this comment, my friend...

[Soren]

No need to worry you were mostly on target with what I was thinking at the time of writing. As I’ve said before, I encourage people to have their own interpretations and sometimes I find inspiration in peoples interpretation of my poetry. Thank you so much Marie for your kind words and your concern, it is deeply valued and appreciated

[Marie]

Most welcome always, dear Soren...