mirrors

By Nolan

Sun, 26 Apr 2015
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a rock i throw
through the glass of the past
where the flowers grow
where breezes blow
waters flow
the die is cast slow is fast
first comes last
once bitten twice shy
no woman no cry
beaten cheated defeated
locked out the door
hit me to the floor
kick kick me more
it drives me insane
i love the pain
 
Certificate U
Poem
shadow of death
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by Bee on

Good poem, Nolan - especially, ' rock that I throw through the glass of my past.'

Bee

Submitted by Nolan on

Yes I also like that phrase a lot as well as 'once bitten twice shy'. How we destroy the innocence of youth so carelessly. This was written with a close friend years ago, and sadly appropriate.

Keep well! Nolan &&

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Nolan, you write with POWER. Well done. I read other poems belonging to your heart and the same quality exists there. "Kick kick me some more" is your penance and perhaps you like it as in the last line because it gives you -- position -- validity instead of simply giving up. Writing is fun, eh? 

Richard L. Provencher