The Deep Dark Chasm Of Recurring Pain That Is Life Poem by BEAU GOLDEN

BEAU GOLDEN

BEAU GOLDEN

Earth, USA, California, Los Angeles, Van Nuys, Balboa blvd

The Deep Dark Chasm Of Recurring Pain That Is Life

Rating: 4.5


4: 04 am
I curse the coming dawn
Another day of perpetual longing
Another day soon gone

I have to make you turn towards me
But I cannot
I have to make you hug me
You have no arms

Where are you Johnette Napolitano?
Melodically soothe me to believe in Love
Lure me back into a 4 minute sense of hope

I have to make you turn towards me
But I cannot
I have to make you love me
You have no heart

The deep dark chasm of recurring pain that is life
Keeps stabbing me in the back with it's knife

Life, the finite reality of an infinite dream
Will i steal another soul?
Will i wind up in a hole?
Will you reply before you die?

Will i move the world?
I have to make you turn towards me
But i cannot
I have to make you hear me
You have no ears

The deep dark chasm of recurring pain that is life
Keeps stabbing me in the back with it's knife

I reach up from another bottom
I find nothing to grab onto again

And i stare into the deep polished paint of my Grandfather's classic black 46 Plymouth and i wonder
I wonder the same thing I wondered as a child
When?
When will i finally die?

Beau Golden

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Patricia Gale 24 July 2007

The delivery shows much pain and hurt, outstanding work Beau.

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