The power of weight
crushing down on me.
An uphill struggle
of
mind and body,
in unison behavior.
Breathless endeavors
and a fire inside,
never quieted
yet disquieting.
Like a locomotive
on uphill auto pilot.
cannot rest,
cannot stop,
restless moments are these.
Here,
at home,
endorphins pumping
rage let,
anger driven,
a steady berating
of bereavement.
Wrenching pain
as body tears.
the pain
of desire,
regression,
and the toxins of nightly
excess.
Power punching,
moment grasping,
movement raging,
This,
the only outlet
for a caged soul.
Every Night
tortured body
lack of sleep
alcoholic boredom.
Every day
another fight,
A maze
round a row
and a row
in a maze.
A restless mind
and a broken gaze.
Elucidating an oxymoron
of a boy in a mans body.
Yet,
always,
again
A
Steady berating
of bereavement.
Copyright (c) David DeSantis
One to sweat on I see... I'll check for Steroids and Seratone supplies..
Stunning write. Powerful image. Message received. HG: -) xx
'A steady berating of bereavement' - the repitition of this powerful line resounds in this punishing piece. The torturing of mind and body amongst 'breathless endeavours' and 'restless moments' is quite palpable. Another strong piece where the choice of language, the repititions and the pace have been cleverly engineered. j x
Your powers of observation in combination with talent astound me! I think it is a an elder`s man mind in a body of a young man in your case. Very well-penned and strong stuff!
Hi David powerful stuff....beautifully written......thanks LOve, D.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow Man, what an amazing insight... love this line its poetry magic - like a locomotive on uphill auto pilot. i cannot rest, i cannot stop, ruddy marvelous....sorry it'll have to be a 10 from me. stay strong bro Jon.