What Shall I Write

What shall I write,
About the day,
About the night,
Perhaps the darkness
Perhaps the light
What shall I write.

Shall we sing a newer song at last,
Or hum the same old worn out tune
That gasps for breath,
That greets the morning sun with anger and with pain.
Or shall we just stand silently alone 
away from hopes and distant from the fire's warmth. 

These old bones are tired
These joints crack and strain under the weigt of so many worries.
These old eyes have seen too many injustices to cry anymore.
It is best that I look away.
Let the distant dreams stay distant and the past stay buried.

My pen is silent now,
Its colors are dry and useless
Its words draw blank and soundless echoes
I must not remember it so
But let my day begin anew, and trace another line across my face.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Carrillo Avatar
October 7, 2013 at 11:15 PM
Hi Ruben; This is the first time that I read your poetry. I enjoyed this poem very much. Your tgird stanza is great. Like I was told once a writer always has something to write. I have a poem here ( When We Get Old ) You might want to check it out. Thanks for sharing this one with us..... Lucilla
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October 7, 2013 at 11:16 PM
Sorry - I meant third Stanza.
Jane Avatar
November 7, 2011 at 7:39 AM
I like this a lot, lots of mystery and hidden anguish... "blank and soundless echoes" is a very nice line. Annie x
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