he took my heart
through fields of gold
with a promise of forever
left me in a five and dime
another undiscovered treasure
a stakers claim, left void and null
wanderlust and empty pockets
a pan of nothing for a fool
another face scratched in a locket
four lanes in a wagon
second row of half filled seats
one faced forward, tailpipe draggin'
windows down, collecting heat
heading bravely off to somewhere
no-one brave enough to say
that everywhere we go, is nowhere
when you are no-one, to be saved
christmas lights and tv dinners
traditions skipped a generation
plaques fill shelves, everyday winners
to dignify self preservation
another year has come and gone
little achieved little pursued
when everything is said and done
exactly what have we accrued
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Comments (6)
Great job transposing the needless collection of things with a failing love
Beautifully expressed melancholia
My favorite part: no-one brave enough to say that everywhere we go, is nowhere… Truly a lonely poem. Very nicely executed.
Melancholy and raw, this is a moving poem.
Beautiful and makes you think and feel.
Beautiful, yet a little sad. Well done.