Mockingbird
By johnbevan17
A friend is no where to be seen,
As we fall in to a dream,
There's a ghost who is sitting there,
Swear, he's been there before,
Hear the mockingbird sing,
Retracing the places he's been,
Before the moon rise's again,
Darkness grows within his core,
Life's beaten him ten times or more,
His scars they can't be seen,
Is he there or nowhere,
Maybe he's a dream,
But ain't that just like me,
I don't believe in heaven,
And there's nothing down below,
Only darkness is left for me now,
Watch out here I go,
I feel I'm a stranger,
In a room full of people I know,
Is there a sure way,
To be completely free,
Just like that mockingbird,
Wish that could be me,
Live a life full of danger,
Walking down a street,
A world full of strangers,
No one now's me now,
Is this what life is,
Can someone tell me so,
Heading to a place,
Where my life will be free,
Years go by so quickly,
No longer recognise,
The stranger looking at me.
Author's Note:
A few musicians impact our lives David Bowie, Lemmy, Freddie Murcury, Marc Nolan,Comments on "Mockingbird"
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On Thursday, April 21, 2016, dwells
(4177) wrote:
Hey JB and we can't help to change with the times it seems. Hopefully we aren't Dorian Gray when we look in that mirror. Well-said and cheers! - Dan
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On Thursday, April 21, 2016, RoseTheBrokenHearted
(130) wrote:
A fantatic job! Nicely done, fellow poet.
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On Thursday, April 21, 2016, Noel Haiasi
(35) wrote:
When I read this I noticed it had a distinct flow, kind of like a little song, which I think added to the experience. I also enjoyed your topic, it's relatable and something that I myself have experienced before. All in all a great job, write on.