Different Faces:

The days so few and far and in-between,
Loneliness I never knew has captured my soul,
The sweet smell of her hair I remember so well,
But even with her, I was never quite whole.

My nights too are lonely and blue,
Memories fading into the distance again,
How do I abide when all my youth I have spent,
In taverns and bars with occasional friends.

Nobody warned me I'd be sitting alone,
I guess I always figured, life just goes on,
So here I sit contemplating my fate,
Wondering all the time where did I go wrong.

Interpreting meanings that make no sense,
Floundering my time in various places,
Never seeing the light that shines so bright,
When I look into the mirror I see different faces.

There is a spark but it will not ignite,
There are steps but they have no spring,
Lost in the ocean just one of mankind,
Like a prayer that cannot sing.
                      /|\
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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November 18, 2016 at 8:00 AM
What the heck is a Vogon? :) That last line is money! Sadly intriguing. Captcha is GOO... ;)
Wolf Avatar
November 18, 2016 at 5:43 PM
Vogon is the third-worst poetry in the universe, Haha /|\
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November 12, 2016 at 10:32 AM
A sad and beautiful journey down the lonesome road to nowhere, Rick. My Vogon heart bleeds for you. Wonderful poem really. Great write, my Aussie friend. Love and peace to you.
Wolf Avatar
November 12, 2016 at 5:52 PM
Don't tell me that this arduous journey is pointless and leads to nowhere! Hahaha. I know, it's the journey that counts, right! Thanks, RW. Hope all is well over there my friend /|\
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November 12, 2016 at 9:38 AM
You captured it here, Rick. That loneliness we all slip into at points in our lives is universal -- we contemplate, regret. Things that will change may never seem to. My grandmother was a widow for 40 years, & when I was ten, I asked her, "Mama, do you ever get lonely?" She said, "Wesley, there are worse things in life than being alone!" Not to down play your words -- I just wanted to say, "Keep your head up!" Remember: wei wu wei -- Wesley C
Wolf Avatar
November 12, 2016 at 5:46 PM
loneliness is a small price to pay for independence. It also creates character I guess in many ways. your grandmother sounds like a wise woman. Thanks, Wesley /|\
Smith Avatar
November 11, 2016 at 12:57 PM
Excellent introspection Rick. Many have been there. The spark will come again.
Wolf Avatar
November 11, 2016 at 4:44 PM
Thanks for understanding Tim, and thanks, mate /|\
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November 11, 2016 at 10:31 AM
ohh, how poignant is this gem, rick... enjoyed!..huggs
Wolf Avatar
November 11, 2016 at 4:43 PM
Thank you very much, Nette /|\
Green Avatar
November 11, 2016 at 6:51 AM
Rick, this was great, out of control good. Though sad, the poem reflects what many feel it seems. I am not familiar with this style but I like it. Hopefully this is fiction, (with the exception of the hanging out at the bar part) :) Good job my friend, keep them coming.
Green Avatar
November 11, 2016 at 8:02 AM
What's the 1st worst?
Wolf Avatar
November 11, 2016 at 7:25 AM
Thanks, Chris, the lower the woes, the higher the glows, that's how it goes with bipolar, Haha, and the form Vogon is the 3rd worst poetry in the universe. I was feeling a tad silly, as usual. /|\
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November 11, 2016 at 3:29 AM
- A wonderful poem, well written Rick - Happy weekend - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
Wolf Avatar
November 11, 2016 at 3:38 AM
Thanks, Anne-Lise, and you too! /|\
Roper Avatar
November 10, 2016 at 9:46 PM
Wonderful written, Rick, you're talent out shines in this peace :-) Hugs Eve
Wolf Avatar
November 10, 2016 at 9:54 PM
Thank you for your kind comment Eve /|\
Stover Avatar
November 10, 2016 at 9:20 PM
Your poem is striking in its depth of inner reflection. I greatly enjoyed it.
Wolf Avatar
November 10, 2016 at 9:24 PM
Thanks, Christy. Glad you liked it /|\
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