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The Songbird's Lament

A Poem

By Alan JohnPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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Seconds showing through the golden haze

As your prophet led us through the maze

Fleeting joy was my Achilles heal

The stone struck blood and yet I did not feel

Lighthouses swim through the forest of my mind

And a homeless heart's the only peace I can find

But there's something real out there

Out in the atmosphere

Just beyond my view and yet it feels so near

The melody is haunting me deep down

Crying to be free

12 by 2 still tends to let me down

As the Inland trail restores the barren ground

Fractured skull beneath a jester's crown

At 17 my world flipped upside down

Textures twirl before my swirling eyes

The songbird sings yet on the ground I lie

And there's something true out there

Beyond the stratosphere

So far out of reach and yet it looks so clear

The symphony is drawing me out there

Drifting towards release

I can't seem to make sense out of these things

As I dance to and fro like a boy on a string

The pain at the parting is never as grave

As a stone that says "here lies" and then nothing

I don't know

surreal poetry
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About the Creator

Alan John

I'm a Virginia based writer/musician looking to find my place in this wild wild world.

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