Running . . . from my collapsing walls,

Reading the past as I roll in the grass,

I lay back and look to the sky, spent;


Sheltered . . . from a live that beckons me,

I had to face my own

Death and be carried away,

The clouds shined brighter upon my face

As I jumped headlong into my blindness,

Feeling so far out of touch;

A flash of pain and I was happy and numb,

I woke to a new life;


Crying . . .

I turned to look from where I had come,

The darkness was enclosing me,

I pulled it close, I had to see the truth,

But it would be so long before

The words would fill my head,

I saw a light but my

Innocence was far from gone,

A new path was lighted,

The illusion closed behind me;


Spinning . . . in the end of eternity,

Flailing, reaching for certainty to grasp,

I close my hands around

A rope thrown from obscurity,

Holding on with no strength,

Slipping, falling, crashing,

I am free to love;


Choking . . . in the bank of the clearest fog,

Wondering about how you live

Your life outside of mine . . .

Where are you?


Dying . . . losing strength every day

As my weaknesses grow stronger,

The love that I never knew keeps me

Huddled in a corner where no one can

Hurt me with their spite;

I face a new life every day,

Afraid to see what my actions might cause,

Living bravely with my solitude,

A lone coward watching

The ticking clock of life,

Impending death is all I can see,

It’s all I have left to do;


Wishing . . . for something more to

Life before I must sadly die,

I must learn before it is too late to teach;


Waiting . . . my arms are open wide,

I have so much I need to share with you,

Somehow my love grows stronger alone . . .

I need you;


Who am I to forsake this life?

I know nothing of reality save

A lovers cold shoulder,

They shun me, they keep me afraid . . .


Loving . . . it’s the hardest thing to do . . .

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dancinghawk commented on Afterbirth


i like this a lot, dylandean ... an open heart meditation ... a story of agony and surrender and realization and perseverance ... haven't seen you in a while ... and here you are, posting a mountain of stuff! and another WA poet, YAY! thx for posting!

When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

dylandean’s Poems (32)

Title Comments
Title Comments
Frustrations 7
I Hate Everybody 5
Hibernation Blues 3
Voodoo Blues 4
For the Love of a Woman 3
A Study of Faith 1
Love Bloody Love 2
Mathilda The Hun 2
No Mercy 1
The Sick and the Dead 1
Picture Me Naked 0
Muse of the World 0
Lights From Space 0
Afterbirth 1
Forgive Me Not 4
Five Card Wink 1
The Outlaw Trail 2
Mystery of a Woman 8
Endless 2
Flower Bed 1
Oceans of Time 1
Reflection 0
A Taste of Blood 2
The Earthling 3
Winter Rain 4
Death Therapy 2
She Used To Be Mine 1
Whispering Sky 0
Comforter 2
Mustang 2
Whispers of a Dream 2
A Taste of Death 6