Bitter Nothing- A poem about...well you tell me
My eyes have become tied down
Twisted to the loosened ends of fate
Watching as our hopes and downfalls
Become one and separate
So count the minutes, they are so spare
Filled with tokens of pure despair
Cause I’m trying to see tomorrows sky
And holding on has never been so hard
It seems to be, I’m only me
Two hands, two eyes, eternity
Cause I can see forever
It’s in that moments glance
That every tear glimmers with a new story
And a new hope that’s gives a chance for the next day
I could close my eyes and pray
But I’ve decided I’m my own god
And any form of asking comes threw me
Cause I decide the moments tide
The emotions captured in a second
Depend on whether I say it can be that way
So please don’t disregard the common
Cause it’s what makes us all this way
Reach out for tomorrow like no new day will arise
Cause without a hope and wish for something
We’re left with a bitter nothing
Comments
I totally feel this
Great Hub.
pleasure reading
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thank you, glad you like it :)
You also have the flair and the pedigree of a born songwriter - I can see/read it in your lyrical style which always reads like a personal manifesto from your beautiful heart. And without great words from writers like you Sean then we are truly left with a bitter nothing.
I extract influences in my writing most definitely from songwriters and music and also from history and cultural references.
So great to hook up with you on this Saturday night here by the lake listenig to a cowboy songwriter by the name of Tom Russell.
I often write to jazz music or soundtrack music or the silence of the lake on my walks around the bay - well, lol, that's yin and yang for you.
lake erie time 8:59pm