The Sound

[didge]

And he woke up then
Looked around
He remembered when
He last heard that sound
He listened closely
And stood right up
He shuttered to feel
He shutted it up

And he walked out then
Once more alone
He clenched his wrists
He felt withdrawn

And then he ran
Afraid to look back
Afraid to admit
He was on the wrong track
And then it rained
And drenched him to the skin
He denied the state he was in.

Then he grew tired
He grew tired of it all
He ached to move,
He ached to fall

Misleading promises
and broken truth
Tempting lies
and forgotten youth
To his knees and then to the ground
he tried to remember
the sound the sound.

- Deirdre Rusk

[migle]

WOW!!! i didn't know that Deirdre (whoever he or she is :p) also writes poetry, i'm shock, and i have to say that i like what i've read.
I think it's the same sound i hear, my lost youth, where has it gone? where is my fucking life that i cannot find.

besos guapa