Floating Trees

I have
I am
I live under rain
With a roof in-between
I still live with the pain
Toothaches and dementia dreams
Seems so unreal
Young, with boldness, I grasp at the future
Blizzards all white… nothing to see
Dead babies, lost wars
Falling bombs that never land
Petty crimes, handcuffs laughing
No legs to carry my hopes
No arms to reach for the sky
I swim inside the horrors
I have it all
No monsters under my bed, nothing to fear
Cotton candy dreams
Lovers who only scream
Alone sipping coffee, forget the cream
Sugar coated illusions
My life camouflaged unseen
So I smile and laugh as I stand tall
No one sees the desperation as I fall
Black rose and sanguine pensive moods
Why?
Am I so miss-understood
Headless
Driftwood in the sea

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Phyllis Babcock

March 4, 2016 at 10:19 AM

The darker sides of life coming out on this well written poem. Nicely done. love phyl

Arthur Vaso

March 6, 2016 at 11:02 PM

For some reason I love writing the darker ones, even I always have a smile! Thanks Hugs!

Lewis Raynes

February 29, 2016 at 7:07 PM

wow, I couldn't take my eyes off ur words. so mega vivid. thanks for the ride.

Arthur Vaso

March 6, 2016 at 10:53 PM

Thank you for such nice words!!!

Andrea Dietrich

February 29, 2016 at 3:33 PM

Oh my, you really ARE exploring the dark side of people. I love the symbolism of this one, a headless driftwood in the sea. Also really loved the line about No legs to carry my hopes and no arms to reach to the sky. Tied together with the image of someone as driftwood, that is a zinger!!

Arthur Vaso

February 29, 2016 at 3:34 PM

Why I could kiss you, not many seem to like my dark side!!!! Thanks!