The day I pealed fresh eyes
To view the world
For the first time
Innocence intact
I went on the run
Never looking back
My fragile feet blistered
Beating against the gravel
As if I were mimicking the erratic melody
Of a homicidal heart beat
The beach painted my toes in red
As if the grains of sand
Were billions of burning coals
I longed for an oasis that I could never reach
All the while learning lessons
A professor couldn’t teach
My footprints covered the peak of Everest
As if the snow were wet cement
I was 29 000 feet tall
Screaming, “who am I” into the quiet
I am me after all
Echoed as if I were preaching
Into an empty bottle of my favorite whiskey
Smoke billowed from my fingertip
As if it were a loaded gun
As I carved my signature into the sun
God was just a step away
And again I was on the run

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 12/18/2008 01:04PM by TommyTuffNuts22.

Good ending, TommyTuffNuts22.

Should 'into the quite ' be 'into the quiet '?

Peter

Nicely done, Tommy, a good read.


Les

Great stuff! This is real, and from the gut in language I can relate to.

"I am me after all" seems to sum it up.
Thanks for sharing this.

Steve

good poem..i like how it just all comes together

Tommy, Tommy, I'd feared you would be as, perhaps Steevo recently put it, a drive-by poem poster. That is, posting one poem and never returning. I'm happy to see otherwise as your continued contributions enrich the mule.