Tears is the break of my brow,
The moony tempestuous
Sitting downIn dark railyards
When to see my mother’s face
Recalling from the waking vision
I wept to understand
The trap mortality
And personal blood of earth
Which saw me in—Father father
Why hast thou forsaken me?
Mortality & unpleasure
Roam this city—
Unhappiness my middle name
I want to be saved,-
Sunk—can’t be
Won’t be
Never was made—
So retch!
Why hast thou forsaken me? Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
The hard truth of mortal emotions in a dark world make us sweat drops like blood as through it all we pine, wondering if anyone remembers us, dead or alive.
I have never read a poem by Jack Kerouac before. There were one or two good phrases in this that provide a feast of visuals.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tears is the break of my brow, well penned by Jack Kerouac