There's a place we can all go when we want to hide,
A place conveniently out of sight, and out of mind,
That can hide us from what we really are,
And keep us human from afar,
That shelters us from the worst you could ever think,
And keeps us from the hate of being made human,
But the truth is...
Life can disappear in just a blink.

I hide there,
(more often than not),
I mourn there the things I haven't got,
(The love of a good woman, and some peace of mind),
It's where I find respite,
From all I'm missing -
The care and loving,
Of one of my kind,
Of one who thinks the way I think.

Who also knows the way,
That time breaks open,
Worlds of different states,
Changing meaning of life,
Minute by minute,
That, from the outside seem to make sense,
(Unless you're in it,
And,
That,
Somehow leaves you less,
Than you thought you were),

And though I know,
I cannot escape,
The lot that has been cast to me by fate,
I nonetheless concern myself,
With thoughts of these things,
Beyond cares of wealth,
I think it's by going through this pain,
This travail,
That I pay,
For the travesty, the sham,
Of my life's "good" works,
Day by day...

Paul D. 20/11/09

Edited 5 time(s). Last edit at 07/21/2010 08:20AM by dawlypaul.

I like the psychology of this.

One line does read quite right for me:

"There I mourn there the things I haven't got,"

Seems there an extra 'there' there.

Nice piece,

Peter

Thank you Peter
Ah yes - "There" - (and now - gone..).

It isn't always easy to peel back the protective layer and reach introspectively with honesty. It feels as though you have done that here, Paul. Good read.

Mary

Good one Paul, I enjoyed the read.


Les