Details |
Matt Farabaugh Poem
You overwhelm me
Warm like the sun
But also like gravity.
My last view of you
Kaleidoscopes.
A brilliant new galaxy.
Copyright © Matt Farabaugh | Year Posted 2024
|
Details |
Matt Farabaugh Poem
The house used to be warm when they were all home
Not the house is gone and I'm all alone
A stray on the street with no where to go
I wish I could tell them I miss them so
Trudging through alleys in the sleet and rain
Hoping one day I'll be there again
Down on my luck I'm just grasping at straws
I push down the feeling and press on on torn paws
Searching for light I'm always chasing that car
Run ragged and crooked, towards my guiding star
Will I catch it this time?
Will it help me be where you are?
Copyright © Matt Farabaugh | Year Posted 2024
|
Details |
Matt Farabaugh Poem
The afternoon's a fire, but my head still frozen to the pillow.
The fan blows soft and I lay softer.
Without a signifier I'll get up for the 4th hour in a row,
I'll stay ignorant to all the day can offer.
That's the sixth day out of eight I've laid, late.
Fostering doubt.
Guess I'll try out gout.
Stuck in the bed that I've made.
They took the trees down on Spring Garden
"Regrowth is a process" I said lying
I remember stretching out my arms when
I spread out these roots of mine.
Branching out, I watched bark harden
As we were dying on the vine.
I used to see the pasture line
Far beyond what I can describe
These days I just can't seem to find-
The right words
Make all the difference.
All your sins laid out before you, which ones would you keep?
What misdeed really makes you proud?
I know you have one too, that ball of black down in the heart, deep.
But you just won't say out loud
It's okay, take your time
It's a tough question I know
Could be a theft, maybe a lie.
Could be something darker though.
I betrayed the one I loved
I did my very best impression of Brutus
It's what I'm most shameful of
When I broke the trust between the two of us
But it set off an avalanche
That broke the mountain, truly
Memories of our last dance
Taunt and tease me cruelly
But then I saw another chance
So I reached out and pulled it to me
I was looking to come to terms
With the people I hurt and the lessons I learned
When I saw the sun set on the skyline through someone else's lens
And I waited for my new life
And my old one to end
It inspired me to live again
To put the past behind
Take the opportunity to make amends
"Regrowth is a process"
I mean it this time.
So this is my confessional.
Every passage is a penance.
I put myself on trial.
With every line a sentence.
No doubt it was bad, I couldn't prove you wrong.
Afterward it really dug into me
And I tortured me for so long
But there's a lot to personality,
People are complex
And when you do the work it seems
Your personage resets
So judge me all you want you see
I'll gladly be the black sheep.
Because without it all where would I be?
All my sins laid out before me, which one would I keep?
I think I'll just keep all of me
Copyright © Matt Farabaugh | Year Posted 2024
|
Details |
Matt Farabaugh Poem
It's time
To bring back
The days
Weeks
Months
We spent locked in combat
It's time
To wade through
The bones
Lungs
Hearts
That still yearn for you
Copyright © Matt Farabaugh | Year Posted 2024
|