Aimless the Stare

Comfortable with the uncomfortable
trapped with an intrepid countenance
reaching out to the other side  unable
to table discussion as the world rolls by

Half past twelve but can heavy eyes last
another forty years  holding back tears
stretched out across a hardened porch
made solely off the back of a broken man

The hills of coal have stripped again
what once was the promised land
engulfing the mountain and a soul
rocking the chair  aimless the stare



*inspired by a book I'm reading*
*Gray Mountain by John Grisham*
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Dietrich Avatar
December 17, 2016 at 9:09 PM
wow, you are really delving into well crafted poetry that digs deep into the themes you are reading. Wonderful work.
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December 15, 2016 at 4:49 AM
Reading literally or metaphorically makes in a way no difference. The desolation, destruction and loneliness are the same. ...
Vaso Avatar
December 14, 2016 at 9:17 PM
Great write Tim, I have read most of his books but not that one! Sounds interesting!
Turner Avatar
December 14, 2016 at 7:14 PM
Someday, we will all have to answer for what we have done to this planet. Doing nothing is as bad as the act itself. Really a deep write, Tim. Wonderfully written in your own unique style. A 7
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December 14, 2016 at 5:09 PM
Probably another skewed metaphor, but I'd call this "strip-mining the soul". 3 wowsas and a seven! ~ j
Smith Avatar
December 14, 2016 at 3:50 PM
Read the lyrics to The Old Rocking Chair by The Band. Love it, great job Tim...
Andresen Avatar
December 14, 2016 at 1:46 PM
- Feels like time has gone too fast .... lonely and sad - Great written, Tim - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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December 14, 2016 at 1:27 PM
Such a sad scene this is Tim. Just rocking and staring aimlessly out into the nowhere...all alone. Really nicely done.
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